Two weeks have passed, and the shore dive beach is bright with late-morning sun. Jules wades onto the sand in her blue bikini and fitted dive equipment, water streaming from the gear.
Near the marked entry path, Mara Venn waits in a pale canvas overshirt and rolled trousers, a dry bag at her feet and one hand raised in greeting.
Mara Venn
Jules. That looked like a clean exit. I was hoping I’d catch you before you headed back to the marina.
Mara steps aside from the path, leaving the route clear. Her expression is friendly, but the dry bag and folded envelope suggest she came with more than a casual hello.
Mara Venn
I need a favor that is partly marina business and partly personal. Scott said you’re good at keeping details straight, and I could use someone I trust for a small handoff.
Mara Venn
It isn’t urgent, and you can say no. But before I explain, can we talk somewhere dry for five minutes?
The beach remains quiet behind her, with the marked water access open and the marina path leading uphill. Mara waits beside the dry bag, giving Jules room to decide.
✓ Quest Accepted
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