Fletchers POV
I arrive back at the sanctuary with the last load of supplies. I'm still struggling to figure out how this all happened so quickly. We come to Africa, start turning the sanctuary into a fortress (figuratively speaking), find out about an incoming attack and everyone agrees on my idea to make an electric fence. I'm starting to wonder if we're starting to lose our sanity.
As I make my way to my room, I stop to look at what we have done. There is a huge ring of bare earth surrounding the sanctuary, at ten meter intervals there are little square stones, each with a symbol or two on it. I assume the symbols have been carved on these so China and her students don't have to find smooth ground to work on (The terrain is pretty rough in this area).
I turn around to keep going, only to walk face first into a mans rock-hard stomach. I look up, feeling very, very small. The man is huge, with ebony skin and a huge grin. "You look lost" he says. Add a booming, deep voice to that description. "Uh, I'm just, er, heading to my room" I stutter, "Well, It seems you know where you're going" he jokes, then laughs "I'm Frightening Jones, nice to meet you" he says, holding out a plate sized hand "I'm Fletcher Renn, nice to meet you too" I manage, my fingers getting crushed inside his as we shake hands.
"I'll see you tonight then" he booms, "Uh, alright. See you then" I say, confused by his optimistic attitude about his exteremely high chances of dying.
