Ben Hansen
After three hours of wandering around in the caves, Ben stumbled into an enormous cavern filled with shiny things.
"What the hell...?" he muttered, stepping into the seemingly deserted area. And then, he saw it.
The plane was here! Ben knew it was their plane, because of the little Poirot-like man stepping out of it. He stood and started to walk over, when a group of people that looked like airport officials appeared and stopped him.
"Do you have a permit to be in this hangar?" One asked.
"What hangar?"
"The one you're standing in."
"But this is a cave on a desert island!"
"No, it's an airplane hangar."
"Then why does it look like a cave and have a massive labyrinth in the back?"
"Atmosphere, sir."
"Whatever. Look, you see that man there?" Ben pointed to Poirot. "He killed somebody!"
"Did he have a permit?"
"No! It's illegal! Arrest him!"
"But he has a permit."
"But he's a murderer!"
This was apparently too much for the officials to understand, for they picked Ben up and threw him bodily out the doors.
Picking himself up, Ben looked around. He was, indeed, outside a hangar in a massive airport.
"Odd," he said, looking around.
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