This is no ordinary geocaching trading item!

Take Me To Your Leader (Drone #3) is a Travel Bug Dog Tag Travel Bug, traveling from geocache to geocache on a very specific mission.

If you do not intend to log your visit on the Geocaching.com web site, please DO NOT TAKE THIS ITEM. Its travels and its progress requires you to log that it is being taken from this geocache. You will also need to log when you place it in another geocache. It's easy!

If you are willing to log your part of this Trackable's journey and place it in another geocache as soon as possible (after you log your find), grab it from this geocache.

My Current Goal:

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to move this travel bug on the shortest route possible to get to Lenoir North Carolina.

Just a short time ago, in a Galaxy close to home, on a small moon orbiting a small red planet in the Alpha Centaurii star system,  monitoring stations began to pick up radio signals from a small blue planet in the western spiral arm of the Milky Way galaxy. Specifically the signals were from Golden Oldies 102.4FM out of Whichita Kansas.  After listening for several years, a group of 8 aliens had heard enough and decided to take action. They loaded a small Orion class star ship with as many cans of Floovian Blue Juice (their most favourite drink - and also used to tune their radios) that would fit in the cargo hold, and blasted off their home moon in search of this little blue planet, and the radio station therein.  Their mission:  to get the station to play "just a little more Lynyrd Skynyrd" because they play " a little too much Menudo".

When they bumped into the Horse Head Nebula, a heat tile was knocked off the ship.  Just as they entered the atmosphere, disaster struck.  The cargo bay doors burst open in the heat.  The entire supply of Floovian Blue Juice was blown out of the ship and burned up in the atmosphere.   The aliens took to the escape pods, and were soon scattered across the planet.  The ship crashed near Lenoir, a small town in western North Carolina.

Stranded on a foreign planet, and the only bottle of Floovian Blue Juice being an emergency supply squirreled away in the captains quarters on the crashed ship, each alien is now locked in a race to the juice.  The first one back will get to get enjoy the last bottle of Floovian Blue Juice, and tune into "a little more Lynyrd Skynyrd" on 102.4FM out of Kansas City. The rest will be cursed to drinking water, and trying to recall the memory of "a little too much Menudo".

Speed, as you can imagine, is of the utmost importance.