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So much for our plan of cunning, stealth, and plugging up the
air intakes.
The new breed of 21st century Thuggees bind our hands behind our backs with good old fashioned duct
tape. They scream orders in Hindi and Nepali. Words that mean nothing to me.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t feel their punches to my gut. To my head.
The man I pick out as the Captain
of the Guard is as big and tall as a giant. He’s got a thick, black beard and mustache,
and he bears a black half-moon tattoo of the Thuggee on his forehead. Wrapped
around his waist is a wide yellow sash with a large medallion planted in its
center. If my history serves me correct, the Thuggee were famous for utilizing
the scarf as a garrote—a device by which they would torture their captives by
strangulation and/or floggi
