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coffee.
    Mr. Armstrong took one and sipped it slowly,looking around the room.
    Seated in leather armchairs around a roaring log fire were three men and a woman. They were all wearing camouflage clothing and sipping hot coffee.
    â€œLeave us now, Blud,” Baron Marackai said, taking a cup for himself. He stood beside the fireplace, facing the guests. “And now for the introductions,” he said. “Mr. Armstrong, I’d like you to meet everyone. This is Herr Herman Pinkel.”
    A man with a red face and a bulbous nose stood up and shook Mr. Armstrong’s hand. “
Sehr gut. Sehr gut
,” Herr Herman Pinkel said.
    The Baron gestured to a tall man with shiny hair tied in a ponytail. “And this is Señor Pedro Pedroso.”
    The man stood up and kissed Mr. Armstrong on both cheeks. “
Encantado
,” he said.
    â€œAnd this is the delightful Lady Semolina,” theBaron continued.
    A stern-looking woman with a curly moustache held out her hand.
    Mr. Armstrong took it and kissed it. “Delighted,” he said. “I think.”
    â€œAnd this is Mr. Zachariah D. Biggles.”
    A big man wearing dark sunglasses stood up. He towered over Mr. Armstrong. “You can call me Biggy.”
    â€œHowdy y’all,” Mr. Armstrong said. “You can call me Chuck.”
    â€œTake a seat please, Mr. Armstrong,” Baron Marackai said.
    Chuck Armstrong sat in a leather armchair and stretched his legs out in front of the fire.
    â€œFirstly, let me welcome you all to Loadem Lodge,” Baron Marackai continued. “It has always been my dream to reopen this marvelous hunting hideaway. As some of you may know, beast huntingis in my blood.”
    â€œBravo,” Lady Semolina said, twiddling her moustache.
    â€œFor too long beast hunts have been banned because some do-gooders think they are cruel,” the Baron told them.
    â€œDown viz ze do-gooderz!” Herr Herman Pinkel said.
    â€œBut
I
say that hunting beasts is what humans are best at. It’s as natural as starting fires and fighting wars. And this evening you lucky people will sample the thrills of the greatest beast-hunting range ever built—the Predatron!”
    The guests clapped.
    â€œYee-ha!” Chuck Armstrong cheered.
    Baron Marackai stepped over to a large table covered by a white sheet. “Gentlemen, Lady Semolina, choose your fun!” he said.
    He pulled back the sheet and the guests gasped. Underneath were fiverif les with telescopic sights, a pair of pistols in leather holsters, a crossbow and longbow with quivers of arrows, a leather belt of knives, harpoon guns, hand grenades, a flame-thrower, and boxes of titanium-tipped beast bullets.

    â€œ
Olé!
” Pedro Pedroso said.
    â€œTally-ho!” Lady Semolina said.
    â€œWhen do we start?” Chuck Armstrong asked.
    â€œAll in good time,” Baron Marackai told him. “We have smoked out the prey and it is being prepared. We shall hunt it this evening.” He lifted his cup. “TO THE THRILL OF THE KILL!”
    The guests stood up, raising their cups to the Baron. “The thrill of the kill!” they repeated.
    The small man Blud shuffled in through the door and tugged on the Baron’s fur coat.
    â€œWhat is it, you horrible little twerp?” Baron Marackai asked.
    â€œThere’s a helicopter coming, sir,” Blud whispered. He led Baron Marackai to the window on the far side of the room and wiped the misted glasswith his red rag. The Baron looked out into the snowy sky. In the distance was the outline of a white mountain. Above it a helicopter was coming in to land.
    â€œWell, well, look who it is,” Baron Marackai said. “Get the vehicles, Blud. You know what to do.”

Chapter 8
    U LF’S EARS POPPED. T HE RSPCB HELICOPTER WAS descending. “We’re landing,” he whispered to Tiana. He felt a jolt as Orson stepped from the flying cable, then heard a clanking sound