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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4107034" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 3b – The Sacred Cave</strong></p><p></p><p>The cave was windblown and dark, but it twisted and turned. </p><p></p><p>“Guppy, Caprice you two stay out on watch out here,” said Blade. “The rest of you are with me.”</p><p></p><p>They crept slowly, shifting their flashlight beams to and fro like searchlights in a fog. Blade’s foot hit something and it skittered across the room, echoing as it went.</p><p></p><p>“Oh, that’d be the skull…” began Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Blade turned the beam on the source of the sound. There were three bodies. The first two were little more than knife-marked bones. The third was drained of blood and partially devoured. </p><p></p><p>“…of a victim,” he finished.</p><p></p><p>There was the unmistakable crack of a rifle shot followed by Guppy’s yelp.</p><p></p><p>They rushed to the front of the cave. Caprice had dragged Guppy further into the cave, leaving a smear of blood behind them.</p><p></p><p>“Mother TRUCKER!” shouted Guppy, bleeding from a wound in his shoulder. </p><p></p><p>“What happened?” asked Blade.</p><p></p><p>“Somebody shot Guppy!” shouted Caprice.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean unholstered his HK-G36 and turned on the heat vision scope. He crept up to the mouth of the cave, scanning the countryside.</p><p></p><p>“See anything?” whispered Hammer, who had his pistol out.</p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean turned to look at Hammer. “Nothing,” he said. “Nothing but a lot of cold desert.” Jim-Bean put his eye to the scope again and then shrieked, firing a burst.</p><p></p><p>The others had their weapons out, pointing in every direction. </p><p></p><p>“What? WHAT?!” shouted Archive.</p><p></p><p>“There was a…” Jim-Bean was panting. “This big dog…in the scope. Right in front of me.”</p><p></p><p>“I didn’t see anything and I was right next to you,” said Hammer.</p><p></p><p>“I know what I saw,” said Jim-Bean. “It was a big, bloody dog.”</p><p></p><p>“So Guppy got sniped by a dog?”</p><p></p><p>“No,” said Blade grimly. “What you saw was a coyote.”</p><p></p><p>“That’s some coyote,” muttered Jim-Blade.</p><p></p><p>“It wasn’t an ordinary coyote. That’s THE Coyote. The guardian spirit of my tribe.” He rolled up one sleeve and flashed a light on his bulging bicep. A stylized coyote head was tattooed on his arm.</p><p></p><p>Archived had his medical kit out. He probed Guppy’s wound. The Indian winced. “The bullet went straight through his shoulder. That was some caliber rifle.”</p><p></p><p>“Guys,” wheezed Guppy, “I think I should go to the hospital…”</p><p></p><p>Blade dialed a number on his Cistron.</p><p></p><p>“Who are you calling?” asked Caprice.</p><p></p><p>“Palmer, a shaman I know,” said Blade. “He’ll have some insight into all this stuff.”</p><p></p><p>“Shh!” said Jim-Bean. “What was that?”</p><p></p><p>They all quieted down. It was faint but unmistakable. </p><p></p><p>Blade couldn’t hear it. “Why isn’t he picking up?” he snarled at the phone in frustration.</p><p></p><p>“Blade…” said Jim-Bean.</p><p></p><p>Blade was focused on his Bluetooth headset. “C’mon, pick up…”</p><p></p><p>“Blade!” said Jim-Bean. He took the earpiece out of Blade’s ear. “Listen.”</p><p></p><p>It was the sound of a cell phone ringing.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4107034, member: 3285"] [b]Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 3b – The Sacred Cave[/b] The cave was windblown and dark, but it twisted and turned. “Guppy, Caprice you two stay out on watch out here,” said Blade. “The rest of you are with me.” They crept slowly, shifting their flashlight beams to and fro like searchlights in a fog. Blade’s foot hit something and it skittered across the room, echoing as it went. “Oh, that’d be the skull…” began Jim-Bean. Blade turned the beam on the source of the sound. There were three bodies. The first two were little more than knife-marked bones. The third was drained of blood and partially devoured. “…of a victim,” he finished. There was the unmistakable crack of a rifle shot followed by Guppy’s yelp. They rushed to the front of the cave. Caprice had dragged Guppy further into the cave, leaving a smear of blood behind them. “Mother TRUCKER!” shouted Guppy, bleeding from a wound in his shoulder. “What happened?” asked Blade. “Somebody shot Guppy!” shouted Caprice. Jim-Bean unholstered his HK-G36 and turned on the heat vision scope. He crept up to the mouth of the cave, scanning the countryside. “See anything?” whispered Hammer, who had his pistol out. Jim-Bean turned to look at Hammer. “Nothing,” he said. “Nothing but a lot of cold desert.” Jim-Bean put his eye to the scope again and then shrieked, firing a burst. The others had their weapons out, pointing in every direction. “What? WHAT?!” shouted Archive. “There was a…” Jim-Bean was panting. “This big dog…in the scope. Right in front of me.” “I didn’t see anything and I was right next to you,” said Hammer. “I know what I saw,” said Jim-Bean. “It was a big, bloody dog.” “So Guppy got sniped by a dog?” “No,” said Blade grimly. “What you saw was a coyote.” “That’s some coyote,” muttered Jim-Blade. “It wasn’t an ordinary coyote. That’s THE Coyote. The guardian spirit of my tribe.” He rolled up one sleeve and flashed a light on his bulging bicep. A stylized coyote head was tattooed on his arm. Archived had his medical kit out. He probed Guppy’s wound. The Indian winced. “The bullet went straight through his shoulder. That was some caliber rifle.” “Guys,” wheezed Guppy, “I think I should go to the hospital…” Blade dialed a number on his Cistron. “Who are you calling?” asked Caprice. “Palmer, a shaman I know,” said Blade. “He’ll have some insight into all this stuff.” “Shh!” said Jim-Bean. “What was that?” They all quieted down. It was faint but unmistakable. Blade couldn’t hear it. “Why isn’t he picking up?” he snarled at the phone in frustration. “Blade…” said Jim-Bean. Blade was focused on his Bluetooth headset. “C’mon, pick up…” “Blade!” said Jim-Bean. He took the earpiece out of Blade’s ear. “Listen.” It was the sound of a cell phone ringing. [/QUOTE]
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