The Prometheus Project

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It was a bad omen. Now there would be trouble — big trouble. Remo stared helplessly back into the shallows at the gargoyle-like stonefish and felt the sweat run down his back. When he had pushed himself up off the coral at that very spot, he had almost stepped on it.

It was a stonefish that had killed Brutan. Memories of Brutan flooded back — screaming, writhing in the bottom of the small boat, excruciating pain, finally begging for a merciful death.

Japal complied. The bolo knife arched up, then plummeted down without hesitation. The blow severed his brother's head, sending it spiraling into the blue-green water, polluting the water's crystal clarity with a sickening cloud of black-red crimson.

Then his father hefted his brother's lifeless body over the sideboard and dumped it in the water. Brutan's suddenly grotesque, still-twitching torso flailed convulsively, then slowly disappeared beneath the azure surface.

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