My Location

This is Vanderdecken12. Ben, naturally, was able to hone in on the IP address of the computer that I'm typing on. All I can tell the rest of you is that I'm at an internet "cafe" somewhere deep within China. I've been traveling since August just trying to find a way to contact the outside world. I speak pretty good Chinese, now, but that's beside the point. It's the strangest thing, but every time I look at a computer screen, my eyes immediately start hurting. I'm struggling just to type this. The last thing I remember before I ended up in China was that terrorist guy pressing some buttons in the truck, and then intense heat and pressure, though I can't really say it hurt. It was just...there. The funny thing is, though, that I can remember nothing before he was pressing...oh. It's...coming back. Oh no. Oh gosh. What he said. WOW. Um, yeah, Ben, you better get over here FAST.

OK, start at the beginning. Let's see if I can remember it all. We were talking before we started fighting. I used the usual rhetoric designed to get them to give up information, and it worked. He said Bob Simmons had a futuristic bomb even more powerful than the one he was carrying, and he was going to take it to Beijing and blow it up. The date was...uhh, I can't remember. It had to do with some holiday. Oh! Thanksgiving. The 26th. We're in trouble. But I've got to go now. My eyes are killing me again.