It was so dark that the red light from the filtered flashlight in the pilots hand was blinding to me. We were approaching our jump zone so I awakened my boys. I held each of them close and kissed them, we may never see each other again if we're not very careful. I don't believe in luck, we make or break whatever luck we might have. The pilot called out, "Ready. . . jump." Even in the dead of early morning darkness in late summer the air was cold. We were in a mountainous region but not at any great height.
          I had more to worry about than the cold, I know that there are rocks and tress below. We jumped from about a thousand feet above the ground with no time to enjoy the float. Suddenly I felt a tree branch hit my foot and almost instantly the ground held me against it. Frantically I collapsed my chute as I strained to see my boys in the dark. I heard the sound of a chute being rolled up off to my left about twenty feet. I slowly inched my way toward the sound and ran smack into the back of Harry. He is a trained military man and his training showed he was so quiet I couldn't even hear his heart beat but mine sure was pounding.
          Harry had hold of my arm as he led me to Timmy. We held each other for a moment then Harry took out a small light to clamp onto his compass. We had no choice, we had to see which way to begin to walk, the light was shielded and unless someone was looking directly at us they would not see it in the brief instant that it was on.
          Someone was looking directly at us. Harry flashed the light on then swung around to point the needle north and our faces NNW. Vehicle head lights lit us up and the sound of a heavy truck roared toward us. We were caught before we ever began. (if this was tv you would watch a commercial right now)
          As the truck drew up to us I realized how close it had been. The headlights had the old blackout slits over them so that only a fraction of their light shone straight ahead and down. The truck was a military vehicle built to transport personnel. The back door swung open and a voice called out, "Quickly to you move Herr Chris." In an instant we were inside with a heater. I met Petro who passed us hot coffee as soon as he had welcomed us to his country.
          From the back seat it was hard to see anything because of the way the headlights were shaded. What I did see made me glad to still be able to walk, we were surrounded by huge boulders and tall trees. Petro told us that we had made a perfect landing in a small area about, "forty feet big." He did not think that we could hit such a target in the darkest night in the month. He was very proud to know the Yankee Marine Paratroops. He told us we were better than we appear in the movies. I had to sit in the middle, I needed the strength of my two Marine buddies. I felt their bodies shaking as they laughed at our comrade in the front seat.
          In just a few moments I saw the lights of a house and not another light for miles around. The driver headed straight into an old barn and someone shut the doors behind us. When the doors were shut the lights came on; we were surrounded by six fresh faced boys about fourteen or fifteen years old. We were led to a side room of the barn where a table was set with Ripchen mit kraut und brot. Beer was passed around and Ein Prost was hosted to the Americanisch Marines.
          I had to explain that we were not marines. If this story got out it could mean very difficult international relations. I had no idea that Timmy had any knowledge of Slavic tongues but with less work than I needed he was conversing with our hosts. He told them that we were not military. He told them that I had never even been in the armed forces, this news seemed to set them back a bit.
          We visited as we enjoyed the meal. I am not big on ham, or any pork meat, but there was no way I would let my gracious host know that. We learned that the boys were actually escapees from Seigy's castle which was only about seven miles away. As dinner finished up I was led to the far end of the room and passed a satellite telephone. The word I received sat me on the ground, quickly. Seigy's life is now measured in seconds.
          Our hosts fitted us in back packs fully laden with the tools necessary to do our job. They had two of the older boys lead us out across the mountain. We walked on fairly flat surfaces with very few obstacles; I believe that we were on a path that these boys had traveled many times before. We came up to a rise where the boys indicated that we should sleep for an hour until the sun rose. I had Harry and Timmy lay in a star like pattern with our heads together as I told them the most recent news.
          "We are now on an official mission sanctioned by the White House itself. Our nation's intelligence communities have verified knowledge of a heavily laden oil tanker leaving a port on the southern Iberian peninsula early today. It's destination is the Panama Canal. No further." I could feel Tim and Harry tense as they raised up to look in my direction, I could almost make out the expression on their faces in the inky black of pre-dawn. We rolled to our bellies and touched foreheads so I could whisper to them new orders from my phone call.
          "Before dark last night two men left the town of Brasov in a car with Sighisoara Corvin. They were heading northwest, possibly to Herr Corvin's castle in the Transylvanian mountains where we are headed tomorrow morning. The two men are the main players behind an atomic device of unknown power being placed in the bottom most hold of the monster tanker. The ship has now been loaded with crude oil bound for the west but the manifest only has it listed as going as far as Panama.
          "The CIA and NSA are certain that intelligence presented them by FI is accurate and that the bomb hidden on the ship is meant to detonate in the locks of the canal. The blast will be well below water level but the oil in the holds of the ship above it could rain down as fire from high in the atmosphere. The resulting carnage to the canal would close it for decades but the wide spread pollution from the radio active oil could devastate millions of square miles, depending on wind directions and speeds. Quite possibly the eastern seaboard of the US would receive some of the fallout, but with almost certainty Europe would be polluted by a rain of radioactive oil mist, killing crops and live stock for years to come. If that mist were to fall in any concentration it could be ignited causing severe flash damage, in much the same manner as a kerosene bomb set for aerial burst.
          "We have been asked by the President of the United States to complete our mission while adding two new players. Intelligence feels that it is imperative that the men with Seigy not be allowed to communicate with the tanker after ten o'clock. A naval frigate with a company of Marines is to rendezvous with the tanker in international waters at noon. All hopes and prayers are that the ship can be taken intact without a major oil spill and that the weapon can be neutralized." Our foreheads were covered in perspiration as I communicated this message to two already tense young men.
          For the first time it dawned on me, "I am the novice here," both of these men are trained veterans. Harry is combat conditioned and he is the natural one to be leading this mission. I suddenly felt very stupid, I am letting my heart lead my head as I seek vengeance. I was really glad at that moment that we were on the line and available. Who knows how long it would have taken to get an assault team in place? If we have done all of our ground work properly the castle will not have outside electric or telephone service after sunrise. I don't know what kind of back up generators or telephone system is inside the compound. It didn't matter, I was going in and coming out alive. I would forever have the blood of a person far worse than the person he really wants to be descended from on my hands and soul.

          A small hand on my shoulder awakened me with a start. I am used to youngster's hands on my sleeping body but somehow I was on edge this time. It makes sense, considering where I was and what I was doing. The sky wasn't even grey yet but I could see the faint grey line on the edge of the horizon east of us. It would be light enough for us to be seen in less than a half an hour.
          Timmy and Harry were assisting the drought starved foliage with some much needed water. I considered that a wise idea and found a bush of my own that needed watering. I watched our guides move so that they could get a good look at us as our morning urine steamed in the cold August morning mountain air. Timmy was grinning at me as the two boys were obviously talking about my cock with frenzied animation. I knew better than to do it but I allowed a start on an erection to stiffen their young appendages being gently fondled in their young hands. I will owe these two a great deal of bed time when this mission is over, I hope they are going to be up for it.
          Both of our guides were sure-footed as they made their way across the treacherous rocks that ran along the edge of a steep drop off to the bottomless chasm to our left. I had been edgy after our drop in visit at the farm the evening before and had not given the boys more than a cursory glance. The boys were very youthful with that look of being on the edge of a freight train to manhood. Their coal black hair and deep dark eyes were highlighted by the rosy glow on their smooth cheeks.
          They wore heavy jackets over American Levi™ Jeans. They both had solid hiking boots on that were larger than their little legs. They led us along in absolute silence. I listened and none us even cracked a twig underfoot as we moved like deer through the forest.
          We rounded a corner and stood facing a solid stone wall over one hundred feet tall; looming from the bottom of the canyon to a good sixty or more feet above us was a wall of hewn granite blocks. Each block was two feet by three feet lain close together without visible mortar, as in days of yore. Except for the still visible tool scratches and the cleared ground at the base one would think they were looking at an ancient edifice.
          Our guides led us down a steep path to a massive door of hand hewn oak, or at least it was made to appear hand hewn. A single, sharp rap and the boys stood in silence. A few minutes, or was it hours, passed before a quiet knock was heard from the inside, first two raps a three count pause and then one single rap. Our guides used a fist sized rock to answer with three raps, a short pause then two raps. The return was a bit chaotic as our guides each had a rock in hand and were beating in rhythm on the door.
          Slowly the door swung inwards, our guides put their shoulders to the wood structure and pressed inward. At last an opening large enough for naked youngsters to slip through appeared. Naked boys were hugging our pair as all of them jumped up and down in animated pleasure.
          We were literally pushed inside as the door was secured behind us. The locking mechanism itself was straight out of days past. A single iron bar about a half inch thick and four inches wide was secured to the hinge side of the door. A heavy rope led from a hole on the opposite end and up over a ringlet over the top of the door. A boy lowered the rope allowing the iron bar to drop back into its heavy steel cradle, thus securing the door from outside entry.
          Our young guides had removed their clothes and hidden them behind a stack of one foot square by two foot long stone blocks that appeared to be spare building material stacked in a corner. I took the time to perv on the brave youngsters that had led us over such treacherous territory in the dark of night, they were well worth the look. Both boys were extremely bedable and very kissable. They both proved the last part as they let me draw them close to do a tonsil check as well as a thorough testicle exam.
          One of the youngsters that I later learned was named Hmcal, a Turkish name meaning one who takes revenge, quickly lost control. I know boys and not wanting to make a mess on the floor I dropped before him in time to take the first strong blast of Turkish cream I had ever tasted. I will have more of that boy, his prostate was hard and ready to produce more of the delectable breakfast treat for me. He was in needs of a bowel movement, I am so not into scat so I passed on licking my fingers after my dinner. I wiped my finger on the cuff of my pants as he giggled at me through his deep red blush.
          The three of us screwed our silencers on the modified barrels of M-16 Uzi machine guns. Why it crossed my mind right then I don't know, I guess when a man is in mortal danger his mind has to play it off. The word Uzi is a Biblical Hebrew word for, "the Lord is my strength." Thank you, Lord. I need Your strength as I serve as an angel of death this morning.
          Silent as little mice on the hewn stone floors six naked boys led us through the lower dungeons of the castle. I heard whimpering and peered inside a four inch square peep hole covered by a metal plate on a door. What met my eyes boiled my blood, three boys could be seen chained to a wall in a tiny cell. The stench that wafted through the door made my stomach turn and I had to hold on to keep from losing the sweet nectar of my young guide, which was all the nourishment I had consumed since my sauerkraut and ham dinner the evening before.
          The boys were talking animatedly to Timmy. One of the boys pushed the others aside and approached me. "Please sir, let us wait to them ontil all koruma ist sleping." I smiled at him. He was about fourteen or so and his English was lacking but he tried, bless his little heart he tried, I hugged him and told him that I agreed. We were led a little further along before six fingers covered six pairs of lips.
          I pointed at Harry to look, he had a small mirror to look around the corner from knee height. He motioned, "two asleep," one was at the toilet with his back to the door. Timmy moved behind Harry and as one they jumped into the room. Only the muffled pop of a single round then the crash of a falling body against the porcelain fixture was heard.
          I stepped into the room to see two men laying on their beds. Their eyes were open wide as they enjoyed the taste of blued steel deep in their mouths. The boys moved so quickly that none of us had time to stop them. They had the two guards bound and gagged in quick time. The boys took their prisoners across the hall and pushed them into one of the cells, no care was taken to help them avoid the multiple piles of human excrement that covered the floor.
          Silently the boys led the way upward. We were told that one more koruma watched the front door and entry way. With one quick look Harry slung his weapon from his shoulder and removed a wire garrote from his jacket pocket. In moments he peeped our all clear that sounds like the tiny squeak of a small bird or an unoiled hinge.
          Seigy's guests were asleep on divans in the large front hall, the boys told us Seigy was in his room. Quietly Harry and Timmy confirmed the guest's reservations for the upcoming party. We really didn't want to tie them down but we were sure that they would want to hang around to see what was in store for their last hours on this side of their after world. Seigy had appointed the large hall well, a most interesting decorative item proved useful when the end of the long rope was run through the manacled hands and then through the tethered feet of the visitors. The boys giggled in glee as they hoisted the two hapless men ten feet above the floor so that they could get a choice bird's eye view of the party below. Both men had fear in their eyes as they hung face down, their arms and legs tethered behind them held them up like a display. Gags had been quickly assembled from what I suspect may have been the men's under garments and securely tied in place with strips of cloth from their own robes.
          Suspended from the high ceiling so that it hung over the large wooden table in front of the fire place was a dragon, wings extended, hanging on a cross--the ancient emblem of the Order of the Dragon--. The massive work was over twenty feet tall and thirty feet wide. The base of the cross was attached to the fireplace chimney so that the ancient emblem loomed overhead with the piercing gaze of the eagle's eye watching every move below. To each side of the massive fireplace were two battle flags. One was a deep crimson with the same figure of a dragon with its wings extended, as it hung on a cross. I had an idea about the other flag but I had to wait until things were settled down and secure before I logged my laptop on line to search and find the ancient flag of King Sigismund of Hungary. He became the Holy Roman Emperor in 1410, and he founded a secret fraternal order of knights called the Order of the Dragon to uphold Christianity and defend the Empire against the Ottoman Turks. The eagle on the cross was the emblem that he created to identify his army.

          Many of the boys fell in behind the three of us as we worked our way up the wide stone staircase to the elaborate second floor landing. The whole castle had been appointed well and I am sure that his young victims will enjoy Seigy's attention to detail as they make this into their own home for as long as they wish to live here.
          Our large following waited at the upper landing as our two original guides, Hmcal and Bahir, crept slowly along the hallway, hugging close to the walls. We were behind them with our weapons at the ready. Hmcal slipped up against a doorway and pointed inside, Timmy rushed to the far side of the door as Harry stood in front of it, I took the side in front of the boys. As one we moved when Harry's boot kicked the oversized door into splinters. Seigy was deep into a pair of tiny youngsters and in no position to do anything but piss in his bed.
          I swatted the two little guys on the ass and sent them out of the room. I wanted no ceremony or decorum for the slime before me. I pulled at a length of gold cord used as a drapery sash and tied the man's hands behind his back, another length hobbled his legs so that he could not run. I looked Harry deep in the eyes, I knew what I was going to do, I guess I just wanted his approval. He nodded at me.
          I threw the end of the rope in my hand around the cretin's neck, I pushed his tethered arms up high on his back so that he was very uncomfortable. I took a second loop of rope around his throat then secured the end of it to his wrists. If he relaxed his arms he cut off his breath, he had to hold his arms high, just beyond the point of severe pain. I kicked him in the ass to start him moving to the door, all the time I kept my hand on the rope from his neck to his wrists. I had a problem walking and had to tug at the rope from time to time to keep my balance. I loved the gurgling sounds that Seigy was making, it let me know that he had not forgotten that I was there.
          Seigy had the absolute exercise tool in his great hall. I found a two foot diameter exercise ball in one corner of the room. With help from my compatriots we had one of the great decorative ropes that hung from the ceiling tied to the rope on Seigy's wrists. We wanted him to get one last work out so together we lifted him up and helped him to balance himself on the ball. I was impressed, I believe that this was the first time in his miserable life that he was ever on the ball.
          I spoke in English. "How many of you speak English?" About ten boys moved forward, "I want this man to stay around awhile. He is the guest of honor at a party we are going to have I believe that there are other boys in the house that might want to come to the party also.
          "I would like some of you boys to run through the house and gather everybody to this room, I want everybody to come. I would like to ask some of you to stay here and watch our three guests so that they don't get lonesome. I would like to have some of you larger boys stay here to help keep Seigy on the ball."
          Boys ran everywhere through the house with laughter and with tears. More boys were coming down from the rooms above. I was led to the kitchens where I found six older boys chained to cabinets, stoves, tables, whatever his work area, as they prepared food for the household. I didn't have keys for their shackles. I located a large steel bar and pried the chains from their anchors. My helpers lifted the chains and carried them behind the freed boys as many arms reached out in thanks. I told them to go to the main hall and relax and I would join them when everybody was free.
          I headed back to the lower floors that we had come through. I opened each cell door to find more reasons to hate. I was getting to the point that I wanted to just start pulling parts off of Seigy with my bare hands. Hmcal ran up to me with a set of keys, he began to unlock the shackles on the boys' leg. Once freed I told Hmcal to have one of the other boys lead the youngster across to the guard room and shower him down. I told him to let the boys drink water slowly. I told him not to let them have more than a cup full then wait for a few minutes before letting him have more.
          All together I found nine youngsters in the worst physical shape that I have ever seen a boy in before. I found one boy so weak from advanced malnutrition that I had to carry him. I learned that he was one of Seigy's own sons. His mother had fallen out of grace with Seigy and he had killed her and her infant daughter in front of this boy. He was going to starve the boy to death as further punishment to his dead wife.
          I carried a fifteen year old boy in my arms, he barely weighed a total of forty pounds. His tiny body was so thin that his every bone showed through. His belly was distended as the final days of the lad's tortured life ebbed closer. I learned that his name was Salman, which means safe. I told him that he was safe with me and that I was going to help him get strong. I had to be led back to the main hall, I could hardly walk with my little bag of bones, the tears were blinding me every step of the way. Hmcal and his brothers comforted and spoke quietly to Salman as we made our way up the stairs. The boys prodded the two guards along before us with the electric cattle prods they enjoyed using on the boys' young boi hood.
          Suddenly the lights came on lighting our way. Behind us I heard cheering as Hmcal told us that Bahir, which means brilliant, had just turned on the generators. Good. I want the boys to watch a little tv with me.
          Salman saw his father keeping himself on the ball, he hoarsely whispered something to Hmcal. "He say that he papa should eat shite," Hmcal translated for me. I asked Hmcal if he had taken the time to go to the bathroom yet. Gleefully he shook his head no. I pointed at a used dinner napkin on the floor. It was obscene but the boys enjoyed the anticipation of what they believed might be coming. Young boys everywhere believe body functions to funny, even perverse functions.
          I sent a boy to retrieve a pair of heavy handcuffs from the well decorated walls of the hall. Harry and Timmy had their boots firmly against Seigy as he was lowered to the floor and the handcuffs applied. The ropes were removed to give the man some relief and a clear airway, I had something in mind for that airway. The rope from the ceiling was reattached so that Seigy could hang from his shackled arms. Before he was raised off of the floor I let Hmcal place his napkin full of doody into the pig's mouth. The other boys were jumping up and down and truly enjoying themselves for the first time in their young lives as Siegy struggled to breathe around the stinking mess in his mouth.
          The boys were cheering and jumping around in their joy when suddenly I realized something that I had let pass my mind, none of the boys was circumcised. I remembered Raven making the statement about Jace and Kenny that all good Muslims were circumcised as a part of their religious beliefs. Seigy was more westernized than I had thought. All of his wives were stolen from around Europe so I guess that circumcision was not a big issue in his household. I don't mind, I love their little sheath.
          I stood still, holding the frail figure of Salman in my arms as I looked at the monster of the man hanging before me. My hatred seethed as I thought of millions of ways to skin his father alive in a slow torturous death. On the wall I spotted a pair of very fine needle nosed plyers. I smiled as I contemplated pinching the skin between Seigy's toes and slowly exposing the sensitive flesh beneath to the open air. I could see him skinned alive and I enjoyed what I was seeing.
          That frightened me, I walked over to set down in the huge wooden throne chair behind the raised table. I looked at the bony face of the living skeleton in my arms as I recalled the stories I had heard during my search for this sub-man. I was told time and again that he believed himself to be the direct descendant of the fictional character, Count Dracula.
          I sat starring at the corpse that knew not that it was yet dead and wondered how I was different than he. I hated with all the intensity that a demented demon would hate. I used young boys for my pleasure. I wielded immense power over others to gain that which I sought. I used the courts and the greed of others to gain my harem yet, so far, I had never killed anyone, or even caused pain. Well maybe a little pain when I went up in them. Sorry, I get carried away.

          I asked Timmy to establish a strong satellite linkup signal to Andy whom I instantly had scurrying to get me a doctor on line. I told the doctor the condition that Salman was in. The boy's respiration was sharp and shallow, I knew he was at his end. The doctor told me to start him on broth, clear vegetable broth would be best, meat at this point would be hard on the boy. Andy told me that he was dispatching a medical team to me.
          As Timmy and Harry set up television sets scrounged from around the house I spoon fed the babe in my arms. Our link was established at seven thirty, we had nice coverage from three satellites that would be crossing paths over an area one hundred and six miles west of Portugal. At the moment the only thing happening was a large ship was being approached by a helicopter.
          Our picture was being shot from one hundred and twenty miles out in space so details were hard to get. I asked Andy for permission for a detail shot. This was our satellite, he could do whatever he damn well pleased. I heard some detail dude in the background telling him that I wasn't authorized to get a closer shot. Andy told the guy that I had a deeper clearance than he did and if he wanted to stay in the mountain he better shut up and leave it alone.
          Yeah, I have the clearance but these children don't. Our guests that were all hanging around waiting for the party to start would not live to tell anyone what they could see so I had no problems with bending a few security codes. I asked Andy about our viewing area and if any other ships were around. He told me that NATO had been at work all night getting everything afloat within a five hundred mile radius out of the area.
          "But Andy, they are only in international waters. A hundred miles off of the southern coast of Europe. If that detonates there Andy. . ."
          "Chris, you have a very important job that I know nothing about, okay? Don't think so much. You will make a mistake and it might cost me the life or health of someone I love very much. Let me do this. You can at least watch what I am doing."
          "Do you want to watch what I am doing?" I tossed back at him.
          "Do I want too?" I could hear a touch of eagerness in his voice but caution was over ruling his base desires.
          "Probably not but your morbidity does," I laughed at him.
          "How secure are you?"
          "The unit in my hand has your chip in it, the dish receiver on the ground out front is keyed to our link. I can burst it to you in micro second packets."
          "Listen to me, my friend, save it. Let's not take a chance that today somebody gets in our house. You and I can sit with a bag of popcorn in our lap and watch it together this weekend."
          He was right. I had not even wanted him to know what was going on but it is rather hard to keep the rooster out of the hen house when you are trying to trap the fox, I was glad for the support.

          My little bundle stirred and smiled up at me. Oh, that was a good sign, I kissed him and wrapped the thin blanket I had around him a little tighter. My prayers never ceased for his life to continue.
          Many of the boys had gone back to the kitchen to prepare food for all of us. Hmcal had found keys to remove all of the chains from the boys and I fought the urge to go start pushing every foot of those chains up Seigy's ass. It was only his frail young son in my arms that prevented my doing so.
          Harry and Timmy were with the other eight boys that were brought up from the dungeons. They were trying to hold the starving boys back, letting them take only soft foods in small amounts. Timmy told the boys that we were going to sit here and eat all day long. He told them not to hurry because we didn't want to run out of food, he smiled at me as the boys seemed to understand that concept.

          The heavy sounds of a truck motor echoed through the halls. Harry and Timmy were on the move with weapons in hand. The front door opened as Petro and Tahl, my driver, and the other four boys from our nighttime dinner party rushed through the door. I was embarrassed, we had let this truck load of people get all of the way inside with no warning whatsoever.
          I was still cursing myself when I realized that a young man of about thirty or so was kneeling amongst the eight boys from the dungeons. He had a medical bag with him and he was quickly checking each boy. He took out a syringe and a bottle of medicine. Eight pairs of eyes widened and eight tiny bodies pulled back as Timmy got down on his knees and began to talk to the boys. He was talking to the doctor who looked a bit perplexed but he gave in. Timmy removed his blouse and bared his arm for the doctor to give him a shot. Timmy told me later that it was only B complex vitamins and that the doctor gave him a small dose. It was the point of seeing Timmy take the needle that the boys needed to see. I hugged the bitsy man, I do love him.
          The doctor moved on until he was with Salman, he looked at me with such pain in his eyes. He wanted to take Salman to a hospital but the old truck would make the journey rough. I asked him if he could treat the boy where he was, he agreed that it would be better for him to stay put. Of course Timmy was translating for my lack of preparedness as the doctor told me that if Salman could live four more hours he had a good chance at making it through the night. With that step his chances of recovery would grow stronger each day.
          I really wasn't ready to have this doctor go to town and tell about my hanging fixtures in the mountain top castle, I would much rather have him stay. I have so much to do that I relinquished the tiny bag of bones to the doctor but I stayed as close as possible. I called Andy and learned that we would have friendly company in less than two hours. They had medical supplies and another doctor onboard. Andy heard the voice catch in my throat as he laughingly told me that Athos had some dues paying guests that demanded to see the end of the drama. There was a Chinook helicopters inbound with an E.T.A. of 10.00 hours, local time.
          The tv was showing US Marines running across the decks as a frigate came into the picture. Suddenly we were all deafened as somewhere someone spoke from the multiple television sets about the room. No one knew that they had the volume so high. The voice curtly announced the name of the frigate and said that it was now on scene and taking position.
          "Hey, boys. Do you know what an atomic bomb is?" With quick translation most of the boys' hands went up. "Those two ragheads over there have placed an atomic bomb in that big boat, it is loaded with oil. If that bomb goes off the oil will be set on fire and the explosion will throw it several miles up into the sky. It will rain down fire for many miles around, killing thousands and thousands of people and animals too.
          "I don't like people who would set off a bomb like that and kill even little children and babies. Do you? What should we do with them?"
          I sat back and marveled at the same sounds that I would expect from my family at home. Boys everywhere are first and foremost, boys. I was hearing a consensuses but I waited to see what would happen next. A tiny lad limped over to me with the aid of a boy of about ten. The tiny baby bent over and spread his cheeks before me to show a very bruised and stretched ass hole. He told how the "fat one" had fucked him hard for several hours. Then he made the baby lick the blood and mess from his dick as he rammed it all the way down his throat. He wanted me to, "cut the mans peenes off and make him eat it, peeeze?"
          Time to get our show on the road. In compliance with our insurance carrier it had been suggested that all means of out bound communication be secured. I knew that these two quests of Seigy's had a call to make before ten o'clock. That was just over an hour and a half away. I had to be absolutely sure that they would not be able to use the phone.
          Seigy's great hall was very well appointed with neat decorations, I would have all of the decorations melted down and turned into plow shares by the end of my stay but for now I wanted to play with some of them. Of great interest to me were two stumps standing twenty four inches off of the ground. Each was about fifteen inches in diameter and dried blood could be seen in the open grain of the wood.
          A choice looking weapon hung on the wall and I had been like a little boy wanting to play with it all morning. I walked over and lifted it from its mounting hooks. Every eye in the place watched my every movement. I was surprised that the weapon weighed as little as it did. It had a wide curved blade of occidental design. It was most definitely a chopping weapon. It was way to heavy to swing in a battle. Its blade was almost six inches wide at the middle. Its length was in excess of thirty inches but not quite three foot I think. It was a well balanced instrument made to inflict great injury. I had to see what it actually felt like to swing a kilij.