March 16th, 2034
I carefully wrapped up the language primer in plastic and buried it at the base of an old oak tree not far from the spot where James Dean crashed his Porsche and lost his life almost ninety years ago. I chose this location, a few hundred yards east of the Highway 41/46 junction, after remembering that Dan Wolfe and I had once talked about using the crash site as a drop spot during one of our visits. It wasn’t too far from either of our locales, – nearly midway, and we could refer to it in the abstract and not have to state the actual location over the airwaves.
I radioed Dan and told him of the change in plans and let him know where to find the package. He knew exactly what I was talking about and told me not to worry, he’d get word to Ross and they’d take it from there.