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pride, waiting for him as each step gets closer to his inhumane
death.  He looks back at the large pile of stones behind him, noticing the
lifeless stares of the tribe as they meet his gaze.  There are easily over
one-hundred stones at his back that he will need to move to earn his freedom. 
The tortured man returns his gaze to the front where he notices that there is
no other living thing behind the priestess; just coarse spans of rock cliffs
covered in the whimsical colors of sunset.  Below her bare feet, he focuses on
the small formation of stones that have been placed through his arduous and
painstaking efforts; an attempt to build a wall in exchange for his life. 
Without counting, Joshua knows that there are exactly twenty-eight stones laid
on the small foundation, barely enough to take the shape of a wall.  The tears
of failure flow hard from his eyes now, and he drops the stone as the sunset
fades to its deepest hues of faint evening orange and red.
     
          The priestess smiles at his
defeat with a face full of wisdom and justice.  She immediately raises the
skeleton of the small bird horizontal in front of her body and snaps the spine
in half, then casts the broken bones at Joshua’s feet.  When the skeleton hits
the ground near him, Joshua is shocked and terrified as his legs go immediately
limp against his will.  A sickly terror grips his throat as he stares at the priestess
in hateful awe; the alabaster stakes hitting the ground, pushing upward under
the leather ropes and into his abdomen through his pelvis. 
     
          Soon his crying turns to raw
animal screams as the sharp calcite pushes into his body; making his lower jaw
tremble with repulsed dread.  He flails spastically into the space before him,
reaching out desperately toward nothing, trying to pull himself off the stakes
with the air itself.  Within less than a minute, his convulsions of terror and
raucous screams come to an end, and his body falls lifeless onto the sand. 
     
          The young priestess gestures
toward the thick drops of blood draining into the earth beneath the fallen
businessman.  She then turns her palms up toward the sky and raises her arms
high above her head; a gesture of ceremonious respect.  
     

VI. Reflecting on The Devil’s Protégé
     
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                Devlin jogs steadily next to the traffic during
the heavy Chicago rush hour.  Gloria follows closely behind as he looks to
procure a new vehicle after having to dump the Escalade.  His hands are tense
as he traverses across American soil, preparing to commit another crime, adding
to the list of necessary deeds this week, including other thefts.  With only
six hours left in the twelve-hour deadline, he elected to ditch the hotel room,
abandoning everything except for his clothing and the letter; not wanting to
leave any breadcrumbs for the CIA.  He located a duplex for rent in the newspaper,
but the owner insisted on meeting today, which means procuring a car to make
the appointment on time, and safely transporting the dog.  His breathing is
uneasy as he looks from car to car like an ancient predator of the Midwest. 
     
                In his black jacket and dress pants, he can move
rather stealthy, pretending to be a casual jogger.  Soon he sees what he is
looking for; a man in his early forties, out of shape, and by himself in a
pickup truck.  Devlin sets his