I'm beside the road in what seems like a garden, or what will be a garden or a large field. Nothing is planted in it, but there are giant rows of dirt mounds, which I assume are there because the field has been made ready for planting. I'm with two other people, one of whom is very angry and the other is just as scared as I am. See, we need to find his diamonds or, well he hasn't said what, but I'm sure he's going to kill us if we don't. We've been doing this for a while. We've found little clues at other places, but we never found the diamonds. I don't remember taking his diamonds, or burying them, but I'm sure that's what's happened. Once again, we see a clue. The same sort of clue we've seen the other times, which led nowhere: a small piece of clear plastic. I squat and look at the area more closely. At the top of the mound I'm on, I see something. Now I'm a little bit excited. It's a small clear half buried piece of pl