C'EST LA GUERRE (45)

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NOTICE: This blog is very modest but I think I can say that there are very few people willing to read this crap I write. In my lack of visits (not to mention reading) I was glad to beat the number one thousand, which happened two days ago. Thank you all and as I always say, it is not recommended to leave home without reading the rules that are written in this ancient and severe blog. Let us continue ..
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C'EST LA GUERRE (45)

Our visitor was paralyzed instantly by the noise of the shot. He stopped and  showed his face marveled almost with smiling expression, despite his furious attitude a few moments before.. he knelt looking closely at the brass case. He took it on his hands admiringly and was surprised that it was hot, almost burning still. I walked towards pointing him my gun, and then he got scared and backed away a little back. I thought that he was starting to understand what my gun was for. He turned to the sea with the intention of escaping but a few platoons of soldiers had taken up positions between us and the sea, cutting off his retreat. He nodded and realized that the hunter had been hunted. It was as if we saw what he thought. We read his thoughts cleanly on his face .

— Be vigilant soldiers and stand firm, whether you must to intervene. Do not let him to escape, if he tries it again. — I said to the troops with the same tone as if I had dressed my nice uniform, my medals and symbols like a field marshal and president of the Military Government. But I was wearing only the belt and holster. On the other hand I was pleased because the alert which had began shortly before, had worked properly.

Then the intruder  began offering a mime to me, it was quite clear that he was only referring to me. The truth is that the newcomer got us  to understand (since the Lieutenant  also understood him clearly) that he offered us something of great improvements, as if he alone who could handle the situation, as if our position was weak, with gaps and weaknesses that only he could repair or correct. All with an awesome security and shamelessness.


— This guy is willing to give up everything for us — I told my secretary which laughed again to herself which put our hunter in the intention again swift and furious against her but he corrected in time in a way that could be called deafening.


— You see it Lieutenant how he has repressed himself. — I told her —  Halfway between the self control and hypocrisy .. I deduce Lieutenant, Neanderthals already were very hypocritical.

— I agree, sir. I think by the time he has analyzed rightly his situation correcting his own impulses; a psychic structure of hunter.  From times when to hunt was not a sport but the model of intelligence.— She replied.

At that point we realized our visitor had already lost most of the sand that covered him like a coated in breadcrumbs. From his "apparition" before us, we could see for the first time his long hair, his white skin but very tanned and hairy. Some differences in his robust muscles and as shorter were also visible. He wore furs and brought a leather bag. We also realized that he was unarmed.