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cadets crouched under cover and stared down in horror at a scene that shocked them all. Just below them was a large, flat topped boulder half the size of a house. The boulder jutted out from the very crest of the mountain. Beyond it was a drop that made Peter dizzy just to look at it. On top of the boulder was a tableau of sickening evil which made Peter’s heart skip.
    Four men in black clothes stood around the edge of the boulder. To one side sat another Devil Worshipper, busy writing in a notebook. Spread-eagled and tied down side by side in the middle were three naked men. The captives had been stripped and were held down by ropes. Blood streaked their bodies, showing where they had been whipped, slashed and beaten. Even as the cadets crept into positions from which they could see better one of the men in black lashed out with a boot, driving it savagely into the ribs of one of the prisoners.
    â€œTalk you fool and you might live! Tell us what we want to know and your life will be spared.”
    Sick with apprehension Peter motioned for the girls to go back. “Go back you girls! Don’t look!” he hissed. To his dismay Gwen just shook her head and crept over beside him, followed by Joy.
    As she took in the scene Joy’s eyes widened in horror and she gasped: “What disgusting animals.”
    Again Peter gestured or them to move away. “Go back! You shouldn’t see this,” he hissed. “They haven’t got any clothes on.”
    But Joy kept looking. She gave a little grunt to show what she thought of this then murmured: “You need us. Three boys can’t beat five men.”
    That stabbed right to the nub of what Peter had been thinking about: how could they save the prisoners? He was now desperately torn, between anxiety for the girl’s safety; and the urgent desire to save the prisoners. The story was so obviously true that he had no doubt that human sacrifice was intended.
    I can’t just stand by and let murder happen , he thought.
    Creeping away and hoping the police might arrive in time was an option, but not an honourable one. Even considering it made Peter feel sick loathing at his own weakness and cowardice.
    Peter switched his disgusted gaze from the prisoners to the five Devil Worshippers. Three were completely dressed in black and wore black balaclavas with red ‘Devil’s horns’ on them. They carried knives and one had a short whip. The other two, including the one who was doing the talking, had their balaclavasrolled up to expose their faces. The leader, Peter noted, had a soft, round face, which in ordinary circumstances would appear friendly and appealing. The leader also had a pistol tucked into his waistband. The seated man was still busy writing in his notebook.
    Once more the leader of the Devil Worshippers demanded that the three prisoners talk. They remained silent, only their eyes moving to follow his movements. All three were bleeding from the mouth and had bruised faces and black eyes. When none responded the leader spat and turned to the other man with his face exposed.
    â€œGive them another working over while I check there are no problems,” he instructed.
    The second man nodded and knelt to apply a lighted cigarette to the genitals of the first prisoner. The man shrieked in agony and the cadets gasped with horror and revulsion. The leader turned and walked towards where the cadets crouched.
    â€œDown!” Graham hissed.
    Even as Peter’s mind registered that they had made a mistake by moving to that spot he noted that the man was coming up a faint trail through the trees and bushes. It was only ten paces and he covered it in seconds. The cadets crouched among the bushes and held their breaths. Peter peered through the thin screen of leaves and saw the man’s legs pass only metres to his right.
    Before any of them realized what the leader was going to do, the man had picked up a radio off one of the packs and