International Incident
Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2018 12:46 am
When Vesa Turunen stood up and began to survey his surroundings, he was surprised to see himself in the small farmhouse - and even more surprising was the fact that he was rising out of the bed in one of the spare bedrooms. Tucked neatly against the wall closest to the door was the overnight bag he had taken for the camping trip he was so looking forward to going on...but there was another bag next to it. Vesa picked up both bags and threw what he could on the bag; the first one had all his belongings for the trip, minus the guitar he had just bought the week before. He muttered an obscenity to himself in his native Finnish before he saw it...a white 3-foot by 5-foot flag with the familiar blue Nordic cross...the flag of Finland that he had intended to fly at his campsite. A bright smile formed as he clutched the flag, then went back to packing it up again. The spool of twine that he had packed was gone as well as the Swiss Army knife he had packed along with it.
But the contents of the other pack were a bit surprising to Vesa...he was expecting to find more camping supplies in it. What he found was a compass, map, a tin with what appeared to be combat rations, a flashlight(his own was confiscated as well, apparently), a first-aid kit and what looked like some kind of guide.
"Mitä vittua on nyt kuluva?" (What the fuck is this?) Vesa asked himself out loud...but then he saw it in the form of a diving knife. Then he looked at the guide and he slowly started to put two-and-two together as he packed up the second bag, which had enough room for his first pack as well before heading out the door. He had been in the extreme wilds of northern Finland before and had enough knowledge to figure out what was happening...this was a survival test...the ultimate survival test. Only this time, he wouldn't have his father or his brothers to rely on for backup if something were to happen.
"Damn it, Papa...damn it, Aki...where are you when I really need you guys?" he thought to himself as he slowly made his way out of the farmhouse and into the cornfield, the young Finn's golden hair seeming to blend in well as he made a mental note before continuing the exploration of his new - and what could possibly be his final - surroundings.
But the contents of the other pack were a bit surprising to Vesa...he was expecting to find more camping supplies in it. What he found was a compass, map, a tin with what appeared to be combat rations, a flashlight(his own was confiscated as well, apparently), a first-aid kit and what looked like some kind of guide.
"Mitä vittua on nyt kuluva?" (What the fuck is this?) Vesa asked himself out loud...but then he saw it in the form of a diving knife. Then he looked at the guide and he slowly started to put two-and-two together as he packed up the second bag, which had enough room for his first pack as well before heading out the door. He had been in the extreme wilds of northern Finland before and had enough knowledge to figure out what was happening...this was a survival test...the ultimate survival test. Only this time, he wouldn't have his father or his brothers to rely on for backup if something were to happen.
"Damn it, Papa...damn it, Aki...where are you when I really need you guys?" he thought to himself as he slowly made his way out of the farmhouse and into the cornfield, the young Finn's golden hair seeming to blend in well as he made a mental note before continuing the exploration of his new - and what could possibly be his final - surroundings.