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lifted the high-powered night scope binoculars and directed them toward the village. Darkness had fallen and temperatures dropped. Ben travelled light and had grown used to the misery of drastic weather shifts over the last year in-country.
    “Benny, you’ve got to come in. All we want to do is talk to you. We’re very proud of you and the job you’ve done. Let us show you how proud we are.”
    “Do not call me, Benny. I’ve asked you numerous times not to call me that.” He cozied against the least hard rock formation he could find that still afforded a view into the village. “Please respect me. I’m not a child anymore.”
    “Sweet baby boy, you’ll always be mommy’s baby boy.”
    “Thank you, Mommy,” Ben nibbled across the outside of his right index finger. He’d taught himself to substitute that for sucking his thumb while mommy baby-talked him.
    “Now Ben, please stop eating people. It’s going to make you ill.”
    He slammed down the scope. Gravel and sand shifted beneath his ass and boots. “I’m not eating them. It’s what the CIA taught me to do. It’s tactical and helps them understand that America means serious business. It also scares the shit out of them so they talk to me.” He snickered.
    “Benny, did you just curse at your mother?”
    His back stiffened and pulse quickened. Suddenly Ben didn’t feel the cold, “No, Mother. I did say a bad word, but not at you—ever.” He inched his way back from the cliff’s ledge that overlooked the tribe below. “I really have to go now. The natives are getting restless,” he said crudely. His laugh buried itself beneath his woolen neck scarf.
    “Son, please listen. It’s time to come home. Daddy and I miss our baby,” she smooched while she spoke. Ben smiled at her kisses, but then revolted at the thought of his father, Theodore “Ted” Roosevelt Ford.
    Ben’s finger nibble devolved into a hard crunch against knuckle. “Daddy doesn’t care about me. He said I was a sick fucker when he found out about the tastings I’d performed.” Ben dabbed at his eyes to wipe away the moisture that accompanied the memories of his father’s rejection.
    “Not true, Benny. Just this afternoon he said how proud he was of you. He even thinks he can get you back into West Point. If you stop eating people of course.” She taunted her bribe with a caveat.
    Ben swallowed hard once, then twice. “Mother, stop bullshitting me.”
    “Benjamin,” she yelled. “How dare you?”
    “You said he spoke with you this afternoon. I’m not an idiot, Mother. It’s still morning in the Pacific Time Zone. You both do still live in Las Vegas, don’t you?”
    “Enough of this charade. Benjamin, you get your ass home right now. I knew you wouldn’t make it in the special program.” Her voice spiked. “It’s because of you that we had to cancel the funding for the research. And because of you, I’m out of a job.”
    “Mother?”
    “Yes.”
    “You’re next.”
    Worthington stuttered, “What? Benny, how dare you threaten mommy. I was just angry with you because I miss you.”
    “Mother, I asked you to stop bullshitting me.” He clicked his tongue behind his teeth and held the satellite phone out to check the remaining battery charge. “Because you wanted the top research position at the CIA, I was pulled from my appointment at West Point. For a lousy job that you lost anyway, because you sacrificed your only son.”
    “Not true.” Her words mixed with tears.
    “Stop the water works, Mother. I’m what your lab created. Don’t fret, I will come home. Right after I dine on Osama bin Laden. But don’t forget my words, Mother—you’re next.”
    “If you live to come home.” She snarled.
    His blood boiled in an unusual eruption of emotion. Ben’s lips quivered as he tried to measure his words. This would be his last communication with his mother, so he wanted to make it good.
    “I know Justice Boudreaux has killed the other twenty-four like me.