Death and Revenge 2

By G. G. Gregory

I have five more tales of human cruelty; horror and vengfulness, situations you would never want to be a part of. Human sacrifice for science, ancient tunnels filled with mystery and rotted bodies, revenge for people that need it against people that deserve it, Pagan rituals, hate and revenge, always with the unexpected twists around the corner. Then there is karma, what goes around, comes around. What ever you do, will come back at you. The action and suspence is tense. The adventures are in places that would terrify or sicken most people. However, someone always has to die.

• Language: English
• Publisher: G. G. Gregory
• Release date: Jun 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301597116

G. G. Gregory

I am originally from Michigan, and now live in the great state of Oregon. I spend a lot of time hiking and snowshoeing in the Cascade Mountain Range. I always wanted to be a writer. I was given many clues that I should pursue that dream. When living in Michigan, one day I walked into a Psychics Boutique looking for self help books. The lady that owned the store, walked up to me and asked what I was doing here? I answered looking for a book. She said no, what are you doing here? You do not belong here. You should be on the west coast somewhere doing something artistic, like writing music or books. You do not belong here. As strange as I thought that was, I took it to heart and moved. Being on the west coast is very insperational for me. They say writers write, and I do that every day. Some of my stories come from personal experience with a twist. I watch people in situations, and then I twist them into stories. I have dreams that wake me, and send running to my keyboard, or, jotting the idea on paper. Some people think I am insane, crazy, and they ask, "How do you come up with this stuff?" Maybe I am a little crazy, or totally nuts. My mind is always looking, going over the scenes, running through dialogue. I love hearing , "Oh, I was not expecting that," or "That's scary. What if it is true." My friends are always asking when I am going to be done with my next story or novel, because they know I will let them read it the day after I publish.

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Death and Revenge 2

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G. G. Gregory

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Death and Revenge

Copyright © 2013 by G. G. Gregory

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Table of Contents

Pandora’s other Boxes

Hill Crest Center

No Bones About It

Little Billy Had a Scab

Last Meal

Pandora’s other boxes

John gasped, as did everybody else. What the hell is that? There is no way the Incas put this here! They were all staring in awe at a metal framed mirror the size of the four by eight-foot opening.

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John Miller was fifty-two year old history professor that had an avocation for treasure hunting. His newest quest, locating the underworld tunnel system located somewhere near the ancient capital city of the Incas, Cuzco, Peru, believed to be used by the Incas to hide their riches from the Spanish Conquistadores. The Incas hid the entrance to prevent anybody from finding it, and never found to this day.

John hired a Peruvian guide, forty-two year old Alejandro Garcia, and Wendy Chase, a thirty-seven year old archeologist for their vast knowledge of the Inca’s culture. Together they researched the writings and documents of Inca historians, until they came to the same conclusion on the most reasonable location of the entrance.

John hired two more people to complete his team. Ross Green, a thirty-six-year-old six foot tall, dark haired Canadian. He was a professional climber and cave spelunker. Donald Grace was John’s helicopter pilot and held a Bachelor’s Degree in Mechanical Engineering. He was thirty-eight and just returned from Afghanistan after serving his eighth tour as a helicopter pilot. They all met in Cuzco, Peru, at the Hotel Monasterio before setting out on the quest.

In one of the hotels conference rooms, John smiled as he looked into the faces of the four he hired sitting before him. Hello everybody and thanks for accepting my invitation. They were sitting on grey cushioned metal framed chairs at one side of a long conference table covered in red cloth. John was pacing back and forth in front of them explaining how they were going to pursue the lost treasure.

Ross had his left arm splayed over the back of Wendy’s chair. He was teasing her collar length blond hair and whispering something in her ear. Wendy stood in an instant forcing her chair back with her legs. She spun herself right to face Ross swinging her left arm wide, slapping Ross’s cheek with a loud cracking smack.

You keep your hands off me you stinking pig!

Ouch girl, you hit hard. Ross was smiling and rubbing his reddened cheek.

John was looking back and forth at the two of them. Do you two know each other?

Yeah, Wendy and I did some caving together. I just thought maybe she had those same old feelings for me. Wendy reseated and was leaning forward in her chair with her elbows on the table and her fingers intertwined. She had her lips pursed and was shaking her head slowly.

Is there going to be a problem? asked John. Alejandro was rubbing his chin and looking down at the table, his eyes showed concern. Don’s hazel green eyes were wide. He rubbed his hands over his blonde hair, cut in a crew, and clasped them behind his head. He was leaning back in his chair, pressing his lips tightly together to keep his smile from showing.

Wendy snapped a look at Ross, her blue eyes still ablaze. She sighed and calmly looked back to John, No, no problem.

Good then, said John. Your reputations speak for themselves. He looked at Ross when he said, Let’s try to keep this on a professional level.

Ross looked back at John and smiled, Like she said, no problem.

John surveyed Ross’s expression for a couple seconds before concluding the meeting. We’ll stay the night here and set out after breakfast. We will be taking off at eight AM sharp. Any questions? The four of them shook their heads. Alright, dinner is at six in the Illariy lounge upstairs to the right of the lobby, I’ll see you all there."

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Don had John’s red and silver seven-passenger Bell 429 helicopter parked on the hotels landing pad. The team loaded their packs, tools and enough food and water to last a couple of days. Don fired up the copter after everybody was on board and flew them to a canyon between tall steep mountain peaks covered with pines and brush, with thick jungle growth in the lower elevations, about thirty-miles southeast of Cuzco. He settled the helicopter down on the flattest and clearest area he could find.

In their sandstone colored safari styled clothing and backpacks, they all set out for their first look. The five of them walked through the canyon and studied the base of one mountain. Ross got up close to Wendy as she walked and studied while the rest followed, he began whispering to her. Again, she spun on him slapping his face, witnessed by the other three; her lightly freckled cheeks reddened with anger. Ross turned to the other three for a second, showing a toothy arrogant grin.

The rocks, boulders, and gravel that had fallen away from the mountain made the going rough and slow. Wendy, Don, Alejandro, and Ross were used to this kind of trekking, but John was wearing down quickly. After three miles, Wendy noticed a rectangular rock slab standing erect against the east side base of the mountain they had been circling. It was mostly hidden with fallen rocks, gravel and brush, but its shape was out of place.

Wendy got up on the pile of rubble that covered most of the slab followed by Ross. Together they brushed rocks and dust off the top of the slab, which revealed a small opening. With her flashlight, she peered in and saw into darkness, her light didn’t travel far. There’s a cavern or cave here. Her face winced with eyes squinted while she waved her hand in front of her nose. Ross’s face was almost touching hers as he looked into the opening. Christ Ross, is that your breath?

Why, did you want a kiss sweetie?

Don’t call me that. She turned in a huff and proceeded to step off the pile when Ross gave her a slap on her rear. She