CHAPTER I: CONFRONTATION!
A SMALL COLONIAL OUTPOST. DEEP IN THE AFRICAN JUNGLE.
“Finally got the guts to face me, Tarzan?”
“I am not Tarzan, Slade.”
The shirtless hunter sat up on the bed in his cell to get a closer look at his guest. He had been locked up in the large single cell in the remote jungle outpost for hours. There were only two guards at the outpost, and both were a mile away at Commissioner Barnes’ cabin, debriefing him on the capture of the notorious Slade. They were confident that Slade was secure when they left. It was twilight and the hairy hunter’s men would not try a nighttime rescue.
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Slade. Hunter. Currently in jail. |