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in an
exclamation of anguish over her helplessness to be of meaningful
use.
    Eshta leaned close to Kana and mopped the
sweat from off her face slightly with a dampened cloth. Kana
whispered, “Thank you”, but said nothing further for fear of
throwing up. The way she felt right now was that if she kept her
mouth open any longer her stomach would take advantage and heave
its contents, if there were any, all over the Hunter. She should’ve
eaten before starting this; she was getting jittery and lightheaded
at the sight of the Hunter’s rich red blood all over her
fingers.
    Kana barely breathed in her concentration
not to cause permanent harm to the Hunter, who was still thankfully
unconscious beneath her. In her hands she held two pieces of chert,
which was the same glassy hard rock that she used to make her
arrowheads. The pieces of chert had a finer cutting edge than any
of the knives they possessed.
    Zora held the mechanical bug looking device
one way and then another for her, as she sliced through the tough
mooring straps that fused the device directly to the Hunter’s
spine, which was laid bare to the bone. Only two more straps to go
and Kana was grateful! Very grateful!
    The last strap came free and Zora pulled the
contraption to the side, but it was still connected to the back of
the Hunter’s head by several cords.
    “We had better close that all up and stitch
it together before we go any further Kana.” Zora said. Kana had
been thinking the same thing. It was hard to do a good job of it
though. Everything was slippery with blood and the skin had to be
stretched slightly to close over the gaping wound.
    It wasn’t pretty; actually it made Kana
cringe at the thought of the scar it would leave, if he kept his
hair long maybe nobody would see it. Why was she even caring about
something like that? She didn’t know why other than that she took
pride in her work and it was hard to take pride in this
butchery.
    A half hour later, as Kana was tying off the
last stitch Zora said, “I know it doesn’t look nice Kana, but you
did an excellent job with what you had to work with.”
    “Zora?” Interjected Eshta in a worried
tone.
    “What is it?” Zora responded quickly.
    “There’s a little light flashing yellow on
the back of his head!” Eshta exclaimed.
    Zora quickly shifted to get a look at the
light that had begun to flash in the black round nodule that seemed
fused into the back of the Hunter’s skull. As they gazed at the
flashing light they all saw it turn from yellow to red.
    Zora said something under her breath sharply
and then louder she said, “Everyone out now, except for you Kana!
Give me that knife quickly!”
    Kana handed her one of the pieces of chert
not understanding what was happening or the reason for Zora’s
urgency. Kana watched, as Zora stripped off the outer black coat of
one of the two cords that ran from the device on the back of the
head to the one she had removed from the spine. When the black
leathery skin was peeled away off the cord it exposed a mass of
tiny brightly colored wires. Kana had never seen Zora move so fast
before or look nearly so agitated.
    Zora grabbed brightly colored wire one after
the other from the bundle and sliced them in half. She cut through
a greenish one and the flashing red light disappeared, but in the
next instant another red light came on and stayed on and a slight
whining noise could be heard.
    Moving faster than before Zora stripped the
outer layer off the other cord that had been attached to the spine
and madly searched through the jungle of wires for the greenish
one. She sliced her fingers with the piece of chert in the
process.
    “You cut your finger Zora!”
    “Never mind my finger! It’s the least of our
worries right now! There it is!” Zora said with relief, as she
separated the like green wire out and cut it. Then she took the two
green wire ends, the one that led from the Hunter’s head and the
one that been attached to the spine and