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trying to pronounce it correctly.
    She smiled at me. She really was beautiful. I felt like her bright, searching eyes could see right through me. “Yes...Yari; it rhymes with Atari.” She smiled.
    As creeped out as I was, I smiled, too. “Wow, an old-school gamer. I’m impressed.”
    “Oh, you have no idea how old school I am.” She grinned, then flicked her gaze over to Atticai, who was still staring at me. “The freakishly tall scary fellow here is Atticai.” She nodded toward the driver. “You already know Wyatt. And in the passenger seat is Hector. Hector likes to smile a lot and doesn’t say much, but when he does he asks profound things like ‘Are you a superhero?’”
    I nodded and actually smiled at everyone. I guessed introductions were in order considering I was being kidnapped.
    Wyatt suddenly turned the van hard to the right and hit the brakes. “We’re here.”
    Atticai leaped into motion, his long limbs unfurling in a blink like some weird alien life form awaken from a slumber. He threw open the bay door, and he and Lena jumped out. I slowly followed with my bandage around my wrist and no doubt a damn big hickey on my neck from Wyatt. Remind me to kick the freak’s ass later.
    The Flatlands was a giant gravel parking lot that was surrounded by trees. We were obviously in the heart of the San Bernardino Mountains. The sky was lit-up by stars that you just can’t see in the city. There were several trucks and cars parked throughout the gravel area. Beyond the cars were fires and voices and many dark-clad figures. It appeared to be a giant party, a rave of some sort. Except everyone here appeared to be dressed in black.
    A freak convention, I thought.
    There were bonfires everywhere and the sounds of old-school Suicidal Tendencies blaring. A quick scan and guestimate told me that there were at least a hundred or so of these “emo” characters.
    I was led over to one of the bonfires. Atticai still had his arm around Lena. He was still giving off this protective vibe when it came to her. It was surreal, to say the least.
    Anyway, as we walked up there was no doubt who was the alpha male in this group. A sort of swatch opened for him and he walked down the middle of it. Everyone seemed to turn and watch him. I stopped at the edge of the fire with Yari and watched as Atticai took off his trench coat and then his T-shirt. He was pretty ripped. He was damn pale, granted, but the dude had some serious game in the ab department. His stomach looked like it was carved out of alabaster by Michelangelo himself. No wonder Lena liked this guy. Even though he was a huge freak, he was a man among boys in this adoring crowd. Anyway, as he turned his back to me, I saw that he had a pretty strange tattoo covering the upper half of his back. It was, in fact, writing. Big black Old English letters spelled out the acronym “C.O.N.”
    Okay, whatever.
    One of the guys at the party walked up to Atticai and handed him a wooden jug that looked like something out of 1800’s. Atticai grabbed the jug and immediately jumped on the hood of one of the trucks and took a long drink from whatever was in the container.
    He then turned and looked straight at me. “Hey, Josiah! Wanna swig?”
    “What is it? I asked from the other side of the fire.
    “A little of everything. Tastes like shit, but that’s not the point.”
    I was about to ask what the point was, but I decided I didn’t really want to know. It was probably laced with God-knows-what. Whatever it was, I know I didn’t want it in my body. Not with my big fighting coming up.
    “I’ll pass.” I said. “I’m in training.”
    “Training?” Atticai laughed. “Training for what?”
    “For a fight I’m having next month. I’m a professional fighter.”
    “Seriously?”
    “Yep.”
    “No wonder you kicked so much ass. I didn’t realize I was in the presence of Muhammad Ali.”
    “I’m not a boxer. I’m a mixed martial artist.”
    “You mean that crazy Royce