Betrayal

            
             The snow mounted up over the jade branches of the fir trees that surrounded the log cabin. Ben and Jon, two brothers from Gothenburg, were almost.
             identical, but Jon had a much stronger accent and lighter hair. They were having a break from their jobs in their uncle's log cabin. They both worked in the local saw.
             mill, which is more factory than traditional lumber-jacking. They hadn't seen him for years, but were supposed to be meeting him at his hut. The snow crunched under.
             the feet of the men who walked towards a whirring noise emanating from behind a derelict hut, of which the roof had caved in after years of heavy snow storms. Jon.
             peered through the frosted glass, but was unable to see anything due to its translucency. Meanwhile Ben continued to walk around to the back of the hut, only to find.
             the fuselage of a small, private plane. The streams of smoke and steam were diffused by fallen branches of the surrounding trees. Ben called Jon to come and assist.
             him in the dubious task of looking for anything that would suggest a reason for the plane to crash. Jon swung open the pilot door to, only to have what seemed like a.
             uniformed man slumped out, his head turning to find his flesh had been rotted away by time. A bird, black as the night, flew out and skimmed Ben just above his eye,.
             breaking the skin. Jon lunged back to support his brother and helped him to sit on a tree stump. After a few seconds they turned round to further investigate the plane.
             and its contents. Jon went to the passenger door but was unable to open it due to a massively heavy branch between him and the handle. Determined to find anything.
             that could tell them what and, more importantly, why this had happened, he picked up a rock. He held it, playfully tossed it, caught it, and with no warning, turned.
             and shattered the glass of the window. He reached inside and pulled out a green canvas bag. As he tugged, he scraped it on the remaining slivers of glass, that.