Target Alaska Toxic Cruise

The sound of the ship's horn reverberated throughout the harbor, signaling the imminent departure of the Arctic Sunset. Passengers were arriving and preparing for the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to see the last remaining natural wilderness on the continent. It was about 6 p.m. and still light, the sun now beginning to paint the sky with spectacular colors. The air was crisp. The brilliant reflections from the ocean's crests almost blinded the visitors.

Sean and Juliana arrived late and hurried through the crowds dragging their luggage. Juliana strained to pull the large trunk on wheels that held her testing equipment. Sean carried the other cases that held surveillance gear, their guns and clothing.

"Does your contact know what we look like?" asked Juliana, out of breath and trying to keep up with Sean. Sean saw her predicament but did not offer his assistance with the much larger trunk.

"Yes, he has our photos and there's a signal," said Sean calmly.

"What?" asked Juliana.

"You'll find out," said Sean, pleased with himself for getting the upper hand this time.

"You know, you could offer a hand here," said Juliana annoyed as she tugged on the trunk.

"Well, I don't want to offend you or sound sexist by implying you can't handle the bag. If you need help, just ask," said Sean with a twinkle in his eye.

"Oh Sir!" yelled Juliana at a porter.

"What are you doing!" said Sean angry. "Do you want us discovered when he drops the bag? Never do that again, I am running this operation!"