then, three thousand dollars. I can have it to you by the end of the day.”
Anseli began shaking his head, “This is wrong. You are looking for something not of this world. It is a demon that brings only evil.”
The smile on the South African’s face morphed into a displeased frown. He slowly stood, removing the .45 caliber pistol from his waistband and aiming it at Anseli.
“I did not come here to hear all about some backwoods superstition. This creature exists and you will tell me where I can find him.”
The dark eyes of Anseli stared fiercely at his interrogator, silently refusing. The white man nodded understandingly and lowered the pistol.
“Sticking to your guns is admirable, very admirable,” he muttered. “Except when it keeps me from what I need.”
Faster than a snake could coil to strike, two bullets were delivered into Anseli’s chest. His body crumpled to the dirt, leaving the three remaining men to stare at it amidst the sound of gunshots echoing through the jungle. The South African put away his gun and walked away from the body, towards the Jeep that was parked in the brush. His accomplices looked at each other and then the body.
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