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trailed off.
    A large grin crossed his face. “The best looking?”
    Jack rolled his eyes.
    “All three brothers...” She yawned. “…great looking.”
    The mattress dipped as
Jordan
sat down. “How do you know us? Have we met?”
    “Sleep now, talk later.” She then rolled over again, giving them her back.
    Jack walked to the other side of the bed. He crouched down and smoothed the matted curls back so he could see her face. “How did you get here? Where’s your plane?”
    Her lips began moving, but he couldn’t understand anything she was saying.
    “What?” He shook her shoulder. “How did you get here?”
    “Stop, Jack,” she grumbled. “The plane broke in the lake and fell down the hill.” She then pressed her face further into the pillow.
    He shook her again, harder this time. “How do you know my name?” he demanded. “Who sent you? Why are you here?”
    Oriana lifted her head and looked at him—but not. “I know you. You’re the asshole brother. My plane broke.” Suddenly, her head dropped back down and her eyes fell closed, her breathing again soft and steady in slumber, as if the outburst never happened.
    Jordan
erupted into laughter. “She seems to know you very well.”
    “She didn’t mean it,” Jon offered. “I think she’s so exhausted she doesn’t know what she’s saying. You know, like when you’re talking to someone in your dream, and someone in real life is also trying to talk to you, so you mix the conversations up?”
    “There you go, Jack,”
Jordan
chimed in. “If that’s the case, even in her dreams you’re an asshole.”
    Jack ignored the taunts and rose to his feet. “We’ve never met this woman before, yet she knows our names.”
    “Use a bit of logic, please,”
Jordan
said. “She was in our office, and in our rooms. We have all sorts of things around here with our names on it—pictures, paperwork, etcetera. I’m sure she made an educated guess on who was who based on a cursory examination of our personal items.”
    “Let’s hope we’re not giving her too much credit,” She fell down the hill...lake. “Jon, you know this area better than anyone. She couldn’t have wondered far from her aircraft. Search the nearest lakes that are large enough for her to land on.
Jordan
, go with him, just in case the plane is found. You two try to fix whatever is wrong with it. Don’t forget to bring your tools and camping supplies, in the event that you have to stay out over night.”
    “What are you going to do?” Jon asked.
    “You mean in addition keeping an eye on our guest? I’m going to finish checking the bunker, and then I’m going to do some research and see if our guest is really the person her ID says she is.”

* * * *
    The sun was setting by the time
Jordan
and Jon found the lake in question, the plane drifting aimlessly a few meters off the shore.
    Jordan
looked at his brother and made a fist.
    Jon did the same.
    “One, two, three,” they chanted in unison, pounding the air.
    Jordan
smiled widely. “Rock beats scissors. Have a good swim.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” Jon muttered and started undressing.
    “And make sure you tie the rope tight. It would really suck if the rope came undone while we were pulling the plane in. Then you’d have to swim out there all over again.”
    “Thanks for the advice, brother.”
    Once naked, Jon looped the rope around his shoulder and waded into the cold water. While he made for the floating aircraft,
Jordan
left to collect fire wood. They would camp for the night and take a look at the plane in the morning.
    Suddenly, the sound of an engine coming to life filled his ears.
    Jordan
made it to back to the shore just in time to see the plane take off into the air.
    Jon circled around a couple of times, then landed the small amphibious aircraft, pulling it up along the shore. After shutting it down, his brother climbed out, with a big grin upon his face, still naked as the day he was born.
    “Well, what did you