Profile X-125: Beedle

“Okay. All I need to do is get a little baby water sample. Just a baby one.” Beedle inhaled sharply and held his breath, preparing to descend the last few rocks that led down the steep cliff to the shore. His backpack which contained his water sampling supplies rattled audibly as he stood there, slightly unsteady, all four feet planted on one rock. He exhaled slowly at long last. “Let’s go,” he ...