<i>Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-</i><br/><br/>Jack sighed as he slammed his hand on his alarm clock. He leaned back into his chair, staring at his computer screen. He'd been writing up this report for work all night, and sent it in a few minutes ago. He was an archivist for a multi-faceted company, dealing with all the data that came in and organizing it. It wasn't as fun as people thought it was. Sure, the pay was good, but the sleepless nights were starting to wear him down, not to mention his homework piling on. And then there was the release of his last novel...<br/><br/>Jack shook his head and rubbed his eyes. He needed to stop thinking about work. That's why he put in a requisition for a small vacation, and this camp he was going to with his classmates was the perfect thing to clear his head. They didn't really say anything about the camp though, the permission slip just said that they'd be doing the usual activities one would do at a camp.<br/><br/>Suspicious, but it didn't really warrant any real investigation.<br/><br/>Which meant that Jack found diddly squat on this camp except for it's bogus website.<br/><br/>Still, it didn't matter. He was going for vacation, not to solve mysteries.<br/><br/>Though to be honest, he might've found that just as relaxing. Maybe fun too.<br/><br/>If history taught him one thing, it's that everything has an angle.<br/><br/>He stretched, and then decided to prepare for the day. He made coffee, let the dog out, let the dog back in, finished his coffee, showered, dressed, made breakfast for his family, ate said breakfast, and packed the things didn't already. His computer, his tablet, his cables, and his wifi module all went in his backpack while all of his clothes and other items went into his gym bag.<br/><br/>He was putting on his necklace when his father yelled that the bus would be there soon.<br/><br/>"Alright Pop, I'll be there in a second!" He was dressed in an old dark green t-shirt with a long sleeved shirt, a pair of jeans, hiking boots, and his brown work gloves in his left butt pocket. He slipped his pocket knife into his right cheek pocket, as always. He never left home without a knife, and he wasn't going to start now. He grabbed his uncle's old boonie hat he wore in Vietnam as a sniper, and got outside just in time to be picked up for the bus. He already said that he'd see his family in a couple of weeks, so all that was left to do was leave.<br/><br/>He hopped on the bus, and made his way down the isle. The only person there was that one girl, Stacy something. He knew her last name began with a B. Might as well go sit next to her.<br/><br/>He made his way towards her seat, and asked, "You don't mind if I sit next to you, do you?"