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THE DEVIL’S DEN
The top of Tower Fall, just above Devil’s Den, Yellowstone National Park
Jarrah laughed so hard that he braced his hands onto his knees. “Ah, Miss Baker. How pleasant it is to see you again.”
Jana coughed, then spit out more blood. Her chest heaved under the exhaustion of pushing her body to the breaking point.
“I wish I had been able to video that. Not that anyone would have ever seen it. Not after I complete my final objective, that is. It looked rather painful, Miss Baker. Was it?” He laughed again.
Jana wheezed and started to realize the enormity of the situation. She tried to sit up but knew she had cracked at least one rib and possibly a vertebra.
“Why don’t you go f**k yourself,” she choked out.
“You apparently did not learn respect from my friend Rafael.
