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disturbed ground twenty yards further up the path, where the spaceship had hovered above the road. It rained the next day and the disturbance was erased before the large scouting party arrived to hunt the giant Grondon. The Elder mourned the loss of his daughter for weeks but finally decided that it was a better death than being taken by the Master. The Pogo and the Grondon weren’t found. Amelee had ordered them to move far into the wilds before she left.
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    Four weeks later, the giant Grondon walked silently into the village at night and stopped outside the Feeder’s residence. Its mind was a blank and it was following instructions that were placed in its mind a month earlier. It rubbed a claw lightly across the door and the Master didn’t detect thoughts outside its door. It left the two stunned children inside and went to the door. It opened it and the Grondon sunk its claws into the Feeder’s chest, lifted it off the ground, and bit its head off before it could gather its wits to freeze the giant’s brain. The Grondon quietly left the village with the Master’s body and went back into the deep wilds, where it spit out the Master’s head and threw the body into a ravine.
    The Elder was called to the Master’s residence in the morning and saw the giant Grondon’s foot prints around the door. The green blood on the ground outside the door was clear evidence the Grondon had won this particular confrontation and the Elder wondered why the giant beast had not caused more damage. He waited for another Master to come and punish him and his village but after six months passed, he stopped worrying and began building more homes for the growing population.
    The Master wasn’t missed by the other members of its species on the planet. They hated each other and never attempted to communicate. The village grew in population and, for the first time in thousands of years, lived in peace without the fear of death.

Chapter Two
    K yle sat at the bar in the Rusty Pelican Lounge and stared at the beach. Earth’s population had grown tremendously over the last fifty years with the influx of millions from Eden who desired to return to the original home of humanity. He saw large numbers of men and women cooking themselves in the sun on Miami Beach and shook his head. Weren’t there laws against nudity?
Oh, wait! She has on three strings.
She might as well be wearing nothing, there was nothing left to the imagination. He took a sip from his drink and winced. He closed his eyes and shook his head. Tequila just wasn’t what it was cracked up to be. This stuff could power a nuclear reactor but it didn’t take him off his feet. He took another sip and winced again.
    The bartender shook his head, “Why do you drink it if it hurts that much?”
    Kyle smiled, “Bart, haven’t you ever heard, ‘hurts so good’?”
    “If you say so; I still don’t know why you drink so much.”
    Kyle shrugged, “I know. It gets metabolized before I can really feel it…but…for a moment…”
    “You feel it.”
    “Oh yeah.”
    Suddenly, he heard a thought, “You’ve been asked to come in.”
    “I’m no longer in the service. I don’t have to do anything.”
    “I said you’ve been asked, not ordered.”
    “Forget it. I’m retired.”
    “Hensel has made the request.”
    “What?”
    “He’s asked you and me to come in.”
    “Kyley…” Kyle sighed, “When?”
    “I’ll be by to pick you up in five minutes. Meet me on the beach.”
    “Can you give me twenty minutes to allow me to finish my drink?”
    “Twenty it is.”
    Kyle blew out a breath and downed half of the drink in one gulp. “You’re wasting your time.”
    Kyle looked at the bartender and nodded, “I know.”
    “That brain of yours gets your liver to process it faster than you can drink it. I wonder why you waste your time.”
    “I like the taste.” The bartender burst out laughing and Kyle said, “No, no, Bart, it’s not as bad as you think and I like a