"Hey Yupanqui, you want to use this thing?"

Hasding, hands me a gps device, which ever since the DOD removed the satellite restriction is now accurate within a few feet.

Now this will get me in trouble. "Put it away, the re-enactors are gonna kill both of us if we use it", I tell him.

"Cuthbert!" I yell, knowing that the guy is in the same boat as me, but as the fog has enveloped us I can't see my bloody hand in front of my face (ok, thats a Maya thing best left there). "Front and center, por favor. How do we get out of this pea soup, er fog?"