Dear Max.
I'm trying to find a School that is supposedly somewhere south of Tver in Russia. Maybe Russia wasn't the best place to start this birdkid hunt. It is, after all, the largest country in the world.
What am I getting myself into here?
For one thing, I don't speak the language. How am I going to communicate with the kids I'm trying to rescue if they're scared to death of me in the first place, and I can't tell them that I'm the good guy? And what about afterwards, when we're safe? That's, of course, only if I can infiltrate the place by myself. And get out safely, with however many kids who have probably never been out of their cages before.
I don't have a clue what to do. I'm just winging it. Pun intended. (I thought you would like that.)
I wish you here, because there's just something about your presence that makes people feel safe. But, if you were here, I wouldn't be doing this in the first place.
This is all a really big mess, isn't it? And the worst part is, I know it's my fault. But I can't go back. And I'm trying to go forward, but I'm not exactly sure how to do that yet. It's not like I can pull out a cell phone, speed-dial you, and ask your opinion.
I'm thinking, if I can't pull off the rescue from the School (and I don't die in the process), I'll head back to the states. Maybe Florida. I can make a difference without being a hero…right? I don't need to save the world. That's your job. But I can pitch in.
FANG.
A/N: Sorry for the shortness. I'm uploading the next chapter at the same time, so it's like a combo deal.