Kyle moves up the scaffolding with amazing speed and
agility.
You’d think he was just starting the
fight. The Cuscuses are physically and genetically superior to me, and there
are three of them, and yet he seems to be handling them with no signs of
stopping. For the first time I consider he may be beyond my ability to take
down. No, that’s nonsense. None is greater than Thylacine. But it would be wise
to reconsider my strategy. Even three Cuscuses can’t take him down. I believe a
change in venue is in order, but I know Kyle won’t go willingly.
I let them fight for another twenty minutes. I keep a close
eye on their conditions, their breathing, and their speed. I wait until they
have him cornered and there is only one path for escape, and then I make my
appearance.
Kyle recognizes me instantly and shudders. Apparently I’m
not the only one who has had nightmares about those years. He is too stunned to
even try to block the Cuscuses’ attack. He’s bound in thick iron chains and
locked in a safe before he can recover his wits.
“I’ve got a special treat for you my friend, and you’re not
going to like it. Not one little bit. But I will.”
My smile couldn’t be broader.
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