A picture paints … well, as many words as you like. For instance:
“It’s up there.”
Giles was pointing at a random spot at the top of the range, this after gesturing in that general direction.
I knew I should have asked for better directions. Giles was not the sort of person who dealt in hard facts or listened to closely to briefings.
“Exactly where up there,” I asked, in a rather more harsh tone that I meant.
“You were at the same briefing. No matter where it is, it’s going to be a hard climb.”
“Surely there’s a road. We can go so far, then do the climbing.”
“We wouldn’t cover a kilometer before they saw us coming. You know as well as I do they have the whole road, and half the mountain covered.”
“Then climb it is.”
I noticed he had pulled out his binoculars and was sweeping the mountain slowly, then suddenly he stopped.
“There it is.”
He handed me the binoculars and I followed his pointing finger til I found the spot, the eerie almost hanging off the side of the mountain, and then a glance below at the terrain.
Just another day at the office.