Indiana Jones And The Army Of The Dead - Plot & Excerpts
They went to the island store. They are now on their way to the village near the largest of the sisal plantations.” Yamada nodded. “Keep them under observation. They will not leave this late in the day. Have the men set up the camp here. No fires, we must stay invisible.” “Hai, Yamada-san.” As the evening drew near, the insects were already swarming, kept from alighting upon them only by the oily lotion that covered every inch of their exposed flesh. The buzzing of tiny wings was constant, and Yamada had learned to tune it out long ago, enough so that he was not bothered by it. It was a part of the tropics, where mosquitoes sometimes grew so large that even a shirt was no protection against their bites, were it not of a thick and heavy weave. He had seen the bloodsucking insects clustered so thick on comrades’ clothes that it looked as if they were wearing fur . . . “Suzuki-san, please also to post a sentry.
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