Chapter Three

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            Ethan Hunt arrived at the rendezvous point early in the afternoon, revving into the parking lot in a black 2021 BMW M850

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Ethan Hunt arrived at the rendezvous point early in the afternoon, revving into the parking lot in a black 2021 BMW M850. He blended in with the many tourists there, wearing civilian attire that included sunglasses, a jacket, and jeans. As he passed the information center, he was provided with a brochure from one of the staff standing outside; though Ethan's instincts kicked in when the staff member advised him, "Be sure to stop by the gift shop, sir. It's the only way to see the sights of the memorial."

It was a coded message. The staff member was an agent, though Ethan was unable to determine if he was IMF or one of the other organizations they were allied with for the mission. Regardless, he went to the gift shop. Following the message, he determined what the "only way" was that he could "see the sights of the memorial."

He eyed some sunglasses on a nearby rack and plucked one from it. He removed the pair that he was wearing and tried on the new pair. They seemed like ordinary sunshades at first until Ethan looked on the map of the memorial in the brochure. Sure enough, the sunshades were designed with black light lenses that picked up on markings invisible to the naked eye.

According to the markings, Ethan was to take the Presidential Trail to a specific spot where he would rendezvous with the other agents. When he got to the spot, he saw there was no one else there. This prompted him to ponder on the fact that he was the first to arrive.

While he stood and waited, he detected something blocking the sun. Looking up, he was taken aback by what he initially perceived as a lost kite floating through the skies. As it started descending towards his location, Hunt realized it wasn't a kite but a hang glider operated by a platypus.

But not just any platypus – the one with the fedora.

            But not just any platypus – the one with the fedora

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