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bloody two-year reign to life!”
    She looked hurt by my words and in some ways I was glad and in others I was ashamed.
    In a hurt tone she said, “You make it sound like we did what we did willingly. Do you know what kind of torture they threatened us with?”
    “I would’ve killed myself before doing what you did!” I stated harshly in return.
    “I thought about attempting to do that many times!” She fired back just as harshly, as I had spoken, but then lamely she finished with, “but I didn’t.”
    At last an honest response from her.
    She looked away, as she thrust a paper out to me, “The coordinates of the temple and what the device looks like.”
    I took the paper from her hand and headed for the door of the apartment.
    “Utah?”
    I looked back and she said, “Please be careful.”
    I didn’t say anything in return, but just left the apartment.
     
     
     
    Oh she was going to pay for this! My skin felt like I had been chewed upon a thousand or more times. My ancestors may have dwelled in jungles similar to this habitat, but I was far removed from that time. I only wished that I was as far removed from the sweat soaked humidity and voracious bugs, as I was with the continent of Africa.
    I hate humidity!
    I hated bugs and more alarmingly given the habitat I was now in, I hated snakes!”
    I peered through the heavy undergrowth at the Incan temple long since overtaken by the forest. Imagery from Indiana Jones movies I had watched as a kid kept playing over in my mind; weighted floor tiles that flipped into oblivion, poisonous arrows that shot out from holes in the wall, and worst of all a huge writhing pile of entangled snakes on the floor, as tarantulas and scorpions skittered up and down the walls and across the ceiling.
    I shivered involuntarily at the prospect of those horrors.
    Stop it your scaring yourself half silly!
    Did they even have scorpions in South America?
    Whether they did or not, they still had plenty of other undesirables to deal with. I started forward again toward the temple, as my observations told me that no one was in the immediate vicinity.
    I had spotted several security cameras in the trees, but none of them were active. For all intensive purposes this facility appeared to be deserted. That was a good thing right?
    Hopefully they’d left some merchandise behind or I might be up the creek without a paddle so to speak. I eased through the heavy fronds of some tropical giant sized plant and almost stepped on to the carcass at my feet before I realized it.
    Despite how the jungle floor had already begun to digest its victim into obscurity I could tell several things. One, it hadn’t been so long since the individual had been alive, maybe a little less than a year. Two, it wasn’t a native, as it was much too tall and heavy of bone structure. Three, the head was missing, which likely meant that native headhunters were to blame.
    I had forgotten to include headhunters in my litany of horrors. What rousing adventure into the jungle in search of something of great value, hidden in an ancient temple, would be complete without the inclusion of poison dart wielding natives cursed with the need to collect heads?
    Sweat ran down off my forehead to drip burningly into my eyes at a renewed pace that had nothing to do with how much exertion I was under in the humid forest. There was no way of avoiding it. The mission was before me and I had a job to do.
    I warily coasted up the mossy steps of the temple toward a pillared opening. More dead bodies lay headless around me on the stairs. It would appear that the natives had cleaned house after the Code had fallen, go them. Hopefully they were all back in their little tree huts busy feasting on whatever it was they feasted on.
    I slipped inside the dark interior of the temple. I flipped my flashlight on, thankfully no scene of writhing snakes was illuminated upon the floor, but there were a few spiders. Most notable about the space though was that it