Tale Death Penalty - Chapter IX - In the stomach of Boi Bumba

- Sitting in his rocking chair, Empire style, walnut wood, the tall man looked old and Caraguatá in front of her. That was one of the few specimens that were still left in the world.

Breathing in the cool air of the room, looked away out of transparent walls that protected. His eyes glimpsed a swirl, a mixture of dust and wind, reminding him that this was not the most ancient and beautiful botanical garden in Curitiba. The air was not as fresh as before. Between that coated polycarbonate that huge and beautiful greenhouse there was one of the few environments in the world where there was still some specimens. The Garden Maria Francisca Rischbieter Garfunkel became acclimatized complex government. To the front there was a nursery that revealed a flock of canaries arrested, flying that refrigerated environment, and on top, a beautiful bird - Black - Soldier, a mixture of yellow feathers on his chest in black and the rest of the body. The old man looked at the bird and smiled, a wistful smile and seemingly full of regrets. He rose from his chair, he continued swinging in rhythm strenuous, but alone, and walked slowly toward the monitor in front. A message appeared in red color, and number five after she blinked suddenly disappear.

- Video conferencing in 5 minutes. - He said the message. The old man turned to the door of the stove and two soldiers which such bodyguards looked at him, made a positive sign and left the huge structure that resembled the old Crystal Palace in London. The structure was made of iron while the gaps were now filled with polycarbonate glass which replaced the outdated, protecting that place even more of Uva's. Had three vaults in Art Nouveau style, which gave the stove a beauty unusual. There was also a cooling system because even though situated in the coldest capital of Brazil, it was more than necessary, since neither Curitiba had escaped the effect of UVA.

- Five minutes. - The man said, straightening his tie and his suit White collar made specially for such meetings, the dress was made from a new fabric gel, which resfriava the body as that color gave him the false impression of a man peaceful.

In his right hand he held a silver cane, a macaw with wings and beak open, the cable end. The sound of birdsong could be heard just like a song by Djavan might have already packed hearts long ago. However these were not times of art, music, nor of any manifestation of charisma by any artist. Life had become something quite unlikely.

The face of middle-aged fat man appeared on the screen, with a frown.

- Good day sir! - Greeted the secretary saluting the old man replied with a simple nod.

- Not so good, Clovis Secretary. I still wonder why do this gesture today. This has been abolished long ago. But let's get to it. Daniel is loose out there, he's the only one who knows what is really happening and we do not want anything to go wrong, otherwise it will be over ... for you ... for President and especially for me. - He said weakly with age, but it would still be heard by millions if necessary. - I do not know why you do not give account of a convict, a prison guard and a fucking blind. It really is something deplorable.

- Yes Lord. You are right. - The Secretary agreed apparently embarrassed by the lack of results. He knew well the power that man had and that was the symbol.

- You're a good man, and that makes him weak. If a link break, the entire chain will feel it. Help me be the link that will restore order to this planned apocalypse.

- Lord, the president is still missing. - The old man smiled at that.

- Clone soon end its mission and thereafter nothing will be as before. There will be opposition. There will be nothing! - Said the Old.

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Inside the Mustang were all concentrated, Felix had delivered three tablets Factor 3001 for each of them as a precaution. Daniel remained silent, the wind blowing her hair. He traveled in his own mind, meeting places that will not long ago would.

"- What are you doing here? - He asked surprised.

- I came to see you. I need to tell you something Dan Something is bothering me a lot.

- But he's talking about Victoria, say so. - He asked curiously.

- I've dreamed of you repeatedly. Strange dreams, you do not get out of my mind for two and a half weeks.

- Dreams? But what kind of dreams? I've talked Victory! No more mistakes!

- You kill the president ... I saw you killing President Pedro Gomes. - Daniel, was startled to hear that, but I knew that if I let show her nervousness did not help at all, and disguised.

- They are just dreams Victory. I told you. Forget it!

- Dan, has something more ... - She hesitated, holding his hand, which could see the cold touch of her skin, mixed with sweat.

- Say my love. - Daniel stared, eyes fixed on hers, that same sweet look ever.

- I'm pregnant ... She said lowering her eyes.

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Felix looked confused in the rearview mirror, while the condemned remained silent, eyes staring, and an unusual expression before. Agent Silva cleaned your teeth spitting small bits of meat from the neck of Camille out of the car.

- For the love of God, to stop this guy! - Felix asked as John shrugged in response seeming not to care about the opinion of the soldier. Mat still remembering Fatima, how much she meant to him. That woman was the closest to a mother he could have in life.

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The museum UFRJ, held a magnificent story, nothing less than the oldest scientific institution in Brazil and the largest history museum anthropological Latin America. Created by D. John VI, to June 6, 1818. Its original name was the Royal Museum, finally came to be integrated into Federal University of Rio de Janeiro.

The VCX-47 glided over the roof of the Museum Quinta da Boa Vista. As soon as the clone's eyes glimpsed the Neoclassical facade of the former Imperial Palace, this place where the very Dom Pedro II was born.

- That damn really likes this place. - Commented clone feeling a strange sensation taking it altogether, as some of his best memories were there. His eyes watered and strangely took a huge rage.

- Damn! How can I be like you? How? You should not have existed Daniel! Get out of my head! - Clone kicked the side of the bus in his madness. Veronica cowered in his chair listening to the sound of metal being beaten.

- Ahhhh! Damn, this mine. Living the shadow of a sentimental fool. When you kill him there is nothing more that I connect to it ... nothing else! - He turned toward the seats and saw her scared. - And that asshole still says it is not my problem? - Inquired still fighting the maelstrom of feelings that invaded. Ordered that the bus landed and looked back toward the Amazonian coldly.

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- How much longer? - Daniel asked.

- Soon there will be friend ... Soon we'll be there. - Felix said. Mara showed a certain amount of nervousness, his hands cold sweat.

- Stop looking at me. - She said as if she could see him. Daniel smiled at the wit of Mara. - After all, why did it all? - She asked. That got the attention of the rearview mirror that Felix could see the face of his friend's dismay at hearing that question.

- I did everything what a woman, Mara. - He said with a serious tone in his voice, while that same tone revealed that there was something more than that.

- Women ... Ah ... The women. They bewitch us not friends? - Felix said smiling and cutting it. - We are near the site.

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The clone went looking around you. On the left hand one gallon of twenty liters. The first thing I saw upon entering the museum caused a different feel. He looked at the picture of Veronica that any other man would be an object of desire. It really was a woman full of attributes, beautiful hazel eyes, full lips, one of the youngest representatives of the new state. Only 33 years old, and an intelligence uncommon. But at that moment, amid ace red patches of skin, which is already beginning to take shape of bubbles, and their clothes soaked in sweat, she did not seem to be the same person.

- What you see there? - Asked the killer pointing to the huge object amid the rubble and broken glass. - She did not want to answer, seemed more concerned with seeing a way to get away before they found out what was the real plan that maniac.

- It is a stone. That's it! - She said caring little about what it would be.

- Do not Veronica. This is something rare my face. His name is Bendegó, measures 2.15 X 1.5 X 0.65 m and weighs no more than 5.36 tons. This "Stone", as you said, is one of the largest meteorites in the world. The biggest of Brazil for their information. A rarity these came to be found by a boy herding cattle on the outskirts of Bahia. - What I said laughing, as if something that really said could save her from her fate - Domingos da Motta Botelho. A Bahian found her. The damned kid wrote his name in history. As I write mine. Write my name! Not his! - The clone said referring to Daniel.

- He was named to the fall in the creek Bendegó when a wooden wagon sped up to try to carry it. Why do you think we have to make a name for only associating something that relates to our past? - The clone seemed confused and elated - Finally, in 1888, Dom Pedro II provided its removal here and so it is in Rio since. - Completed running his hand over the rough surface of the meteorite. - Most of the treasure that had been stolen in this palace, but how to load a diamond of this size? - He said as his eyes glistened. Amid his insanity turned back to Veronica.

- See what it provokes in me? - Cursed Daniel. - Come on! - He said, guiding her through the halls.

- I want to show - you a bit of your state. - Veronica continued walking, her skin full of wounds, UVA, had punished the inside that bus which was exposed for too long to UVA, without the factor 3001.

- Are you crazy! - She said through his suffering and pain will. I was feeling exhausted, burning his bare feet on the granite. The place was desolate, even some windows still remained unharmed, which was really strange. The dry smell of dust was something so prevalent. The rains that at the beginning of that whole world disorder constant showed up today rarely fall, and the environment poorly refreshed. They were no longer the refreshing waters of summer. Next to the ruined windows could see the signs revealing the names of the lost relics that place these artifacts in times of lucidity which would be worth a fortune.

They walked and representative of Amazonas was reading the names of the plates that were still legible ... Mascara Tikuna, Uaupés Shell, Mother of Pearl Necklace ... That's when she saw the sign full of cobwebs ...

- We have arrived! - He said looking at her ... A look that smelled death. Seeing that Veronica tried to run, but his feet were still tied, like greased hands, which remained attached by a rope that encircled his wrists bloody in a knot. In trying in vain to Amazon fell and hit his nose on the rubble of the place ransacked. It was at this point that could see a trail of blood, thin and moist. In a quick perception she discovered they were not alone there.

"- Human blood?" - She wondered in thought, stroked surreptitiously left in place at this very moment and felt the blood running down his nose, and only then the pain reached his brain. Groaned and stood up looking around intently while the clone would unfortunately trail frustrated.

- Do not be ridiculous! I told you now see what is the meaning of a burning stomach. Do not run before that, because the plate will heat up girl! - He said with the same sarcastic tone ever, grabbed her by the arm, and continued pushing her down the aisle.

- Let go of me! For God's sake! - She cried in despair strong feeling the pinch because clone by hand on his arm, which burned because of heatstroke. The clone stopped abruptly, Veronica grabbed by the hair pulling her to him while she was still with her back to him. He approached his mouth to her ear holding her tightly and licked it slowly and sadistically. Then he whispered in a voice hoarse and demonic in his ear:

- We will celebrate my lovely old fashioned! Let's see how long you can stay on the bull!

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- There's the bus! - Mat pointed his hand toward the vehicle, euphoric.

- Come on down! - Felix ordered the computer.

- The members are there? - Mara asked trying to understand the situation.

- No, they are not. He appears to be empty. - Daniel answered staring toward the bus, and realizing that surprisingly no one was there.

- What was Daniel? Why this guy? - John inquired realizing that Daniel did not seem to understand something. That until that moment was a rare event.

- Is something wrong. What will he do here? And where are they? The clone is up to something.

- You said he was following his footsteps. What would be next? - Questioned the agent.

- No. Actually he was following, but the latter did not follow the correct order of my plays. - Daniel seemed to dislike remember what he had done before.

- What should have been? - Mara asked.

- You do not wanna know! But I do not see how he could run it here. Not in this place. - John said remembering the suffering of his victim.

"- Let me go please! We will not! Just do not! - Daniel thought of giving up everything for the umpteenth time, but knew there was no choice ... not for him ... not more. He closed his eyes, letting hear the muffled sound of escaping through the hole of the drum your fingers guided the stick, and he heard the scratch caused by the friction of two bodies. Box and phosphorus appeared to be determined by one thousandth of a second. Daniel threw the small object that almost burned his fingers underneath the barrel and opened his eyes seeing the fire spread without fear, following the wet track that made him stronger. The ensuing rapid not, however, quite painful and distressing ".

- Daniel? - She called him Felix. - Ready to descend friend. - Everyone was out of the car, including Mara. Daniel awoke from his thoughts and came across the old Museum Quinta da Boa Vista.

- How long! - He said with a sigh half will tone of nostalgia, mixed with nostalgia. - Felix looked at him and could feel some of that pain. Mara even blind could see much more than the darkness that haunted his life. Mat ran, entered the bus holding the Winchester, in hope of finding anyone alive inside the bus, or at worst a trap. His two hands holding a shotgun while his eyes were scanning the place, but there was nothing, no one there. He looked through the windows and made a negative sign with his head toward the other.

- Where are they anyway? - John asked looking around you and seeing nothing and nobody.

- He's up to something! I do not think he entered with all of them in the museum.

- Daniel, he may have made a mistake. - Felix wanted to believe it, even if that idea was so unlikely and absurd.

- I do not know! - Daniel tried to reason, seeking to understand what the clone was scheming, however could not. Mara anticipated him and covered his eyes causing him a brief tour. The feeling of being lost was something strange, Mara and Daniel saw only a statue in front of her, there was something strange beneath it, a pile of junk. They heard a muffled scream and the sound of beats, as if the sound was provoked echoes. Cries for help;

- Take - me here! Do not do anything you will! Help me! Socorroooo! - It was the voice of a woman. Mara immediately recognized that tone in his voice was unique.

- "Veronica" - Mara thought.

Veronica Sampaio was a leader, he fought for the return of schools. He wanted to re-prioritize the admission of children ace classrooms, create acclimatized, cold areas in each state of the country, restructure the school, making it less limited, and reestablishing the power of democracy in society. Both saw the same picture, but only one of them could understand the plan nasty killer. They heard a laugh bold, and eyes closed Clone leaving them in complete darkness. Mara took the hands of Daniel's eyes while others anxiously waiting for answers.

- But what was it? - Mara asked completely confused. Mat, Felix and John looked towards curious that Daniel raised his eyebrows, stared, and finally sighed boring.

- We'll get! Answer me one thing before, if you know of course. Who was the idiot who ordered a statue to Boi Bumba? - Daniel asked still digesting the image he had seen while in trance.

- Boi what? - John asked Mat shrugged, and Mara remained silent awaiting answers.

"- So this is the next run? - Felix questioned reminding - that the body is found so long ago, in bizarre circumstances. He was getting close. The clues had led him to Minas Gerais, in a mining town called Betim that was next to the capital, the killer was very close. His partner had connected to a half hour, asking for help. He was gone be about fifteen days. A search for the killer insane capital, a hunt that lasted a month. Daniel had discovered something, and impulsive as ever resolvel investigate alone. Peter asked him to wait, though Daniel did not listen. Since then he was gone. Peter arrived he abandoned warehouse, among many who were in that old factory. It was already two in the morning. He saw the car stopped just ahead. The BR 262 was deserted. The shed has long belonged to Petrobras, which will bankrupt had less than a year. To him it was a very lucrative business not now. Attention was focused on the market for products that try to solve the problem of UVA, which became increasingly intense. Several factories that group had exploded, flammable products were no longer safe in times as hellish. This shed contained drums of diesel, huge inventory, awaiting the end of the crisis. Peter tried to contact Daniel will be trying to pair the situation by radio and cell phone, but his friend was inaccessible.

"- Daniel Damn, where are you buddy?" - He reasoned in the chaos that desordenava your mind, strange feelings, desires and fears. In his insecurities, he concluded that his friend might have been killed by ruthless serial killer who spread terror across the country. Maybe the whole thing was a fucking trap. Brandished his weapon and ran toward the barn, always alert. Glimpsed the huge oil tanks and suddenly got to the gate metalon immense. Saw the pulleys that allowed move and also noted that the latch was no lock. The gate was just leaning against the iron rod that locked. He pushed it open and pointed the gun at dusk. His heart beating rapidly. The officer crept up a column, there was energy in that place, it had been cut off so that the plant was deactivated. There were hundreds of gallons of Diesel, stacked in rows forming distinct corridors where trucks could remove them.

He walked step by step, will go by quietly, hoping to find Daniel still alive and hopefully taking over possession of the idiot who was making fun of them all the time. It was in the fourth row he saw it back to him, that jeans was unrecognizable, both as a shirt with a picture of Che Guevara that was the two coasts. Peter was relieved to find his friend standing there and lowered the gun.

- Daniel! - He said walking towards colleague. - You got it buddy? - Daniel looked at the ashes underneath the drum that was lying horizontally suspended in the air. In his mind he could still hear the screams. It was killing him, but he could not hide anymore.

- You want it, do you? - Daniel asked without even turning to his best friend.

- Of course! Is he there? Daniel, what are you bringing me up here anyway? And what's that smell? - Peter began to suspect that strange situation.

- It's the smell that damn! - Daniel said as Peter realized there was something really wrong and pointed his gun at Daniel for the first time in many years.

- Daniel, turn around for me. - He asked. Daniel turned. His eyes immersed in a deep hatred allies will melancholy transparent.

- It can not be! - Peter said he was surprised and disappointed. - You can not bring it back! Why all this friend?

- Maybe not, but I can make the last wish of her. It said out front of the drum.

- What you got there Daniel?

- I want to deliver, friend. - Said raising his gun, held it open while it swung like a pendulum, the index finger inside the trigger loop, while PT was upside down. Pedro grabbed the handcuff completely skeptical of the situation and continued to point the gun at him.

- Do not do anything stupid Daniel! - He said dreading having to pull the trigger. Daniel was already two meters it will. - Stop there and drop the gun. Preferably both. Where is the other?

- Neutral friend! - Daniel smiled. He pointed the gun at Peter. - You need to know, and I could not keep lying to you partner. While I can not wrap him in it.

- What are you talking about Daniel? Drop it now! - Peter shouted confused as he watched his best friend pointing a gun at him. Daniel ran to Peter who pulled the trigger scared. Daniel could see the spark rise in the darkness, the smell of gunpowder reached his nostrils and he struck a blow gun to the head of Peter.

- Sorry friend. - Peter still saw it, his eyes glazed, his head throbbing, Daniel crouched down next to his friend and whispered in his ear.

- I changed your bullets yesterday blanks. Followed you, you cheated, and now I want to do something for me ... you can? - Peter was almost unconscious. - Meet me and kill me after I finish it all! - Peter woke up around five in the morning. He was lying on the floor of that oily shed her clothes stuck to the floor, filled with oil. Still dazed remembered everything. He looked in front of her and saw the drum, the ashes under him, remembered Daniel inert there admiring it. He got up and walked over to him. He saw that the barrel had been cut in half horizontally, and now was locked by chains. A padlock fastened the links. He took the gun and hit the padlock four times with all his strength, the coward who feared to find. The lock opened and he unfolded chains. Observed well drum see Daniel had welded hinges joining the two halves, causing the upper act as a lid. As this kind of hat would get up every detail via Pedro, burns, eyes wide, mouth open, the wrinkled drum where she was kicked and punched given in an attempt to escape, but that would never be forgotten was the victim's face who lay trapped in an agonizing cry for help. Peter's eyes filled with an insane rage, that was something unhealthy and scary. An image that would keep forever in your memory. And so his memories awoke with a countenance completely changed. "

- He was a former politician, passionate party, created it just like a fantasy. The person entered therein, for a hatch. The animal had four wheels, one under each foot. - Felix paused a heavy sigh - There was also a loud mouth connected to the ox where the person who was in touched it causing the creature appeared to be alive - He said that looking into the eyes of Daniel listened to every detail and those associated information to that method he had studied both - the bull was guided by two others who walked beside him pushing him. The Amazonian people loved this, but not for long, the heat rising increasingly prevented them from wear a costume like that. There were only two holes on the eyes and that mouth,

- Good heavens! - Let's just go! Is the brass bull! - Daniel said revealing himself scared.

- But at least we know where this is bull? - Asked John Daniel felt helpless at that time.

- We do not know. The old museum is huge, we have to separate us. - Daniel said.

- Maybe we get lucky and we find where he hid the other members. - Mara reasoned. Daniel saw it favorably.

- Well, we have only four entries, we are five, each gets an entry, Mara and I need to be together if we need to connect it to him. Who found this idiot should be very careful.

- Why? Why is he a clone? - John said with a look devoid of any fear. - I'm a monster, Felix is also a clone, and Matt, well, he knows how to turn much better than any of us.

- Why not just friends, but mostly because the bastard is not a clone either. It is my clone! Do not underestimate. - Daniel said seriously. - Come on! - Said Daniel unlocking your pt's and proceeding toward the entrance.

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- Lord they are stopped about ten minutes in the same spot that clone.

- Not sure what this idiot want defied a direct order from the master. Let's go there, our focus still remains make way for the clone. The other group should get Daniel and others. Only interfere at my command! Are we clear? - None of the other four men would dare disobey a direct order from Commander Paul Dutra. It was a black of 1.97 m tall, weighed ninety-eight pounds. Paul looked toward the radar and could see the tracker revealing another van with the team now led by Sergeant Camilo Diego Macedo, a promising young soldier. The death of Camilo was something really unexpected, but should soon be overcome.

- Sergeant Diego? In listening? - He asked, pressing a button that connected the radio.

- Yes Lord. We're heading in his direction at 900 km / h, will be there soon.

- Okay Sgt. What's on your mind? - He asked in order to give authority to the new soldier.

- Lord will not act as the plan is not complete. We need to continue our mission, but without interfering with the main plane. Its mission is priority. And the focus is on continuity of executions, according to the order of the Secretary.

- Okay Sgt. Glad you think the same way. Welcome to command! Let's get right a way to get those busybody circulation. Cambio, hang up!

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The creature was lurking, will sniff the air for blood. He felt that smell, what little she had eaten had not hitherto sustained. Reasoning was not necessary to know that there was more than one man at the museum and that the heartbeat of one of them were accelerated so that I could feel his hot taste in your mouth, such as a piece of toast that had just come out of the toaster. That will let crazed, knew that soon the clouds would cover the sun. The subway station of the former Saint Kitts was an under nanoinfectos. Soon most of them come hungry for human flesh. And thus form a hunting party.

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- I hate spiders! - John cursed as he walked amid the ruins of the museum. - What is this shit? Biological Anthropology? - Lia as he walked through the debris. - Why did this happen to me? I had to kill this idiot and now I want to save his life. Damn! That damn clone had to appear just now? John walked through the clutter that place could smell permeating the air and realized he was not alone there.

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Mat and his Winchester followed a path not so different, the same smell of dust penetrated his nostrils. The cobwebs were something common in environments that type. Mat took his canteen to his mouth and drank some of the water picking up at camp. Desalinated water. The taste was not the same, but in times of crisis that was the solution, and even table salt obtained was a byproduct of desalination. Mat wiped his mouth with his right fist. He looked toward the hallway that stretched in front of her. He saw the strange skull that lay inside a broken window, just a skull actually. Looked at him and smiled inscription below.

- How could this will give value? A skull 11000-11500 years. - Mat smiled and took what the skull with his right hand. - Hi Lucy, how are you? Have not seen a modern clone, model Daniel, wandering around dressed as Boi Bumba, see? - He said smiling, finally picked up the skull and threw it against the wall with all his strength. The skull is collapsed falling apart.

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Felix worried about Mara's hand went to his pocket he found the device should have it delivered at camp. He wanted what he were hers. It was what he had said. "I have something for you Mara." But why did not deliver at all? In his mind everything was confused. Taking the different feelings. Felix wanted to be more than it was more than just a database, why it was so real and imaginary at the same time. He lived a life that was not his, but nevertheless that was all he knew. Daniel was protecting will at that moment. Felix knew he would protect her, but that was not enough. He could not risk it. He took his gun and followed her instincts, amid the silence of that museum.

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- Where are we? - Mara was confused, however could see that the walls could not connect you everything. Daniel took her hand and placed it on something.

- Can you see? - He asked looking at it full of memories.

- It is a skeleton of a ... - She said ecstatically.

- Yes .. a whale Mara. A whale wonderful. Today, something rare to see. There is also a huge head of a dinosaur lying in front of her. This tour brings me memories very special. This is where it all began Mara.

- All that anyway? His crazy idea of killing 27 people? And all through cruel executions that happened to be the same as your clone has done this, images that will not leave my head ever. That's when they heard the muffled cry will meters away from there. Mara recognized the voice as a strange song reached his ears will.

My ox died

What will become of me?

Manda buy another, O sis

There Piauí "

- Damn! - Said Daniel running away toward the sound, pulling Mara can.

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- Damn! Where am I anyway? - John went inside the museum strange and increasingly lost. He heard footsteps. Heavy footsteps, firm and pretentious. Entered a strange room, drawers everywhere. In each of them a different name. As a library, but there were no books but taxidermizadas cabinets with skins and skeletons of primates collection of mammals, vertebrates department. That was nothing more than the largest collection of vertebrate neotropical mainland. But he did not know what the hell it was, nor could read what was written in the drawers engraved on metal plates rusted by time. Curiosity visited him suddenly. As you penetrate that strange place, I felt a different smell in the air. The agent put his hand into a drawer and pulled.

- What is this shit? - Said scared. He looked at the next ... and the next ... the drawers were full of animals, a collection of dead primates. John looked at that immensity of drawers, stunned.

- What the fuck is this museum? - It was felt when the place gets darker as if a light had suddenly been cut in the museum. However soon remembered that the only light that was there was the sun.

- Holy shit! - Stammered hearing a hissing shriek cut the afternoon.

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Mat continued walking when he heard the call, your instincts sharpened up and he soon realized that the place would be full of them. "But then where was the clone?" - He wondered constantly.

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The clone looked at her, I could see the eyes of Veronica by Bumba eye holes, missing the air in your lungs. The heat killing while brass increasingly heated. Flames around the site while the Amazon rep tried to breathe and stay alive in there. She then took up the loud mouth and pulled the air. The animal made a weird noise as if alive.

- Fancy a beef tongue around Uncle Chico? - The clone laughed miserably while inside the Amazonian Ox struggled trying to get out somehow. Smoke increasingly drew air from inside the bronze ox, the temperature rising increasingly. Veronica free of strings and their clothes were now burning under the bull, looking for a way to breathe inside the animal's cries reached to the exhaustive killer who watched it all patiently.

The clone heard footsteps in his direction and soon realized that someone was coming.

- Finally! - He bragged about sneaking up behind a column.

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Felix ran desperately through the tunnels, but seemed to have lost. He looked around, entered through the door Mara and Daniel had entered but could not find them. The runners will be led different places. After last renovations, the museum looked like a maze, especially now that was a fucking palace in ruins.

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- What do we do Lord? - Asked one of the soldiers while Paulo via the multitude of Nanoinfectos run toward the Museum. Creatures that moved with frightening speed. They leaped like animals. He looked at them, accompanied them for a brief moment and turned to the soldier.

- We will not interfere. Maybe they are part of our work. - Dutra said smirking as his eyes narrowed and his Iris was red for a brief moment and as soon as he returned to his normal color. The soldier stepped back and turned to look out the window of the van.

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- Damn it! - This place ta infested these monsters. I have to find a way out of here soon. - John looked around, but the only thing he could see was a bunch of huge drawers full of animal carcass. The creatures seemed to be looking for him. Somehow they felt their smell. John knew he would not be able to meet a bunch of Nanoinfectos alone. Even with this new force that had won. Looked down, and saw through the crack under the door of the shadow creatures that certainly had found him. He heard the first knock on wood and felt cornered. He walked away with his back facing the door. The monsters punching, wood feeling every blow, and suddenly being pierced by an arm raw, burned, disfigured and black. The agent saw the eye that peeked through the hole formed by the arm, a look cannibalistic, pupils deformed and yellowish eyes hunger extolled the creature sniffed the air as if to feed your scent. He pulled a drawer against you plan on playing against the creature as she walked through the door in an attempt to escape, and suddenly felt off balance, the ground moved in a circular direction, John opened his arms startled, looked to his around and saw no more drawers around him, nor the nanoinfectos pursuing him.

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Mara could see Daniel completely. A man who had stopped aging, stuck in a capsule, and now loose after so long. She felt his breath. The heartbeat of it. Could maybe even read his thoughts, that he is somehow not stop her. - But how he did it anyway? Why the connection between the two was so strong? - Mara wanted answers. But now was not a good time. They were facing the damn death machine. An animal bronze moaning mouth. Daniel saw her in front of her. He heard the sound of the beats dying of Veronica screaming with what little strength was left still, amid the pain of burns and little air still had left.

- Where is he? - Daniel asked.

- We have to save her. - Mara said distressed.

Daniel looked around noticing that there seemed to be nobody there and ran towards the machine when he felt slightly pushed by something and fell to the ground. He saw that moment. It was the damn clone on it with your hands will close gripped his neck in order to strangle him.

- Daniel? - Mara tried poking the air while verônica increasingly weak asking for help breathing exhaustively by gaudy.

The clone invested with all his strength, defending Daniel, looked toward Mara, but his voice did not come out. Mara was walking toward the flames being driven by heat and by the murmurs of the victim who was on the verge of death.

- And now Daniel? Soon we will be only one and you will not exist in my head, because you will not last in her asshole! Do you really think I can be better? Daniel I am a God! A God ... - Clone Daniel's neck squeezed with all his might, while he tried to somehow escape the clutches of the insane. His hands knees immobilized by the clone. The arms drooping by his side.

- Damn! You have to stop this! - Daniel said in vain, as the headquarters for his death was something in the course of clone sarcastic smile.

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Mat went missing when he saw the flock of nanoinfectos running toward him. He was trapped in the middle ace antiques there. As a crowd of hungry wolves, they come to his heels. The first shot of Winchester hit the head of one of nanoinfectos, but that was not enough, others will come against his obstinate and hungry. Mat knew no good long run. He had to find the others before it was too late for them all.

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- Where am I? - John wondered seeing a kind of room. The agent soon realized that drawer was a kind of device that triggered a secret passageway to a hidden room that strange shelf bodies. He looked around and came across a huge room, and saw that there was nothing there except a collection of pots full of strangers fetuses of primates in a liquid medium is strange reddish color. He was a kind old lab.

- What the fuck? - The agent asked, looking at the dozens of primates. - There was something wrong there. But for what and why they were hidden in that room?

The secret passageway had closed up leaving nanoinfectos confused.

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- Veronica? Are you there? - Mara groped the air without success, until he stumbled on something and felt the fire burning over his head, the smell of burning invaded the air and she clapped her hands over her hair desperate extinguishing the flames. Could then hear the woman pleading, begging for his life.

- Get me out of here! It's burning ... - The woman coughing while air fading is increasing. Veronica took the mouth to the horn and pulled the air trying to stay alive. The sound reached the ears of Mara as a hammer was in agony.

- I'll get there. - She said getting up and trying to find a way to get her out of there. Mara could not see her, but could absorb much of it spent by shouts dragged from Amazon. But how to overcome that fire and get to the door?

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Mat was cornered, ran down the hall giving a guy with something strange and saw a way out of that situation. He looked at Winchester, that seemed a good time to save bullets. He opened the door and stepped into the darkness listening to rock and roll break between the debris from that corridor ruined. felt something thump on his head, a slight dust fell on his face inebriando your vision and sharpening a sneeze snitch. Matt hugged his rifle ready to use it, his fingers running down the goddamn trigger while being stepped on that old hollow wooden sarcophagus and he held his breath containing the sneeze.

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Daniel had rarely been so beaten into a melee, but will take into account that fought a clone who knew all his strokes until he resisted well to the situation. His eyes came to tear while being choked by the hands of the merciless cold killer who stalked his death. Daniel needed a bloody miracle.

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Mara rose with a stone in hand ready to find the hatch and rid the politics of death. He walked amid the scorching heat of the fire that surrounded the bronze ox, but there was no other choice. She put her hands to the metal in an insane attitude and felt the frying your skin to reach your brain in the form of tremendous pain, causing a muscle contraction. Mara closed her eyes as if to stop him from seeing that, on the contrary Detective ice now could see everything, the whole machine running, and then realized the door was at the back of the Boi Bumba. He took her hands as tears streamed down his face, because he felt such pain in that moment. Fought it and ran toward the door slamming the stone that held the lock until it opened and Veronica slipped through the opening amid cries of horror. She was in shock.

...

Felix arrived and saw the scene scared. Daniel and the clone were identical, something he and Peter would never be. He raised the gun and pointed to the murderer who looked at him surprised.

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- Who are you? - The clone asked, confused by not recognizing the man who was in front of her. Felix pulled the trigger and the bullet pierced the floor causing the dust in the face of Daniel sneezed before that had spent the next head of the clone.

- Next, you will be the target. Drop Daniel, his impostor.

- I see you are no longer just the three stooges. Now they are a club? - Clone hands loosened the throat of Daniel with some regret. Daniel rolled right into the middle of a coughing fit trying to regain that lost air while grimacing in pain.

- You are right Daniel? - Felix asked as he held a gun to the head of the clone.

- Now that we have this idiot, I'm better. - He said rising. - Where are the others?

- Ta asking that bunch of political idiots. They deserve to die Daniel, as each one of those you killed.

- I asked you where they are. Daniel said with a punch in the face clone. His face followed the direction of the left wrist of the offender. Blood welled between his teeth as he grinned insanely. Daniel took one of his pt's head and pointed to the clone.

- Help them while I watch this idiot. Soon he will tell us the truth. Felix followed in the direction of Veronica and Mara

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Mat hardly believed in it all, the creature jumped up and climbed off that strange coffin. He broke the cap that fell sideways.

- Thanks Harsiese! - He said to read the inscription on the plaque beside her.

"Cover Coffin Harsiese, XXVI Dynasty, about 650-600 a. C. Egypt. "

- Yes, now I understand why they gave so much value to these antiques. Until may be useful. He beat the dust out and carrying his rifle.

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John left the room at the same place it entered. He had seen too many things in there. So what was that all about? The nanoinfectos were not there, but where would ido? Or better behind who would have gone?

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Daniel and clone exchanged glances while Felix ceded his shirt to Veronica, who was filled with the body burns, muttering gibberish, still asking for help. Her face was unrecognizable. Mara could see her as she played in her arms. They walked toward Daniel. The clone looked at her and gave a smile of derision.

- I think I won this time. But come on ... that there is nothing but a burden to you!

- She'll be fine. Think in a positive manner. Is guilty of murder unless. Now tell us where are the other members? - Mara was stunned.

- Hmm .. Then she pulled her father ... The clone laughed sinicamente.

- Shut your damn mouth! Say only what we know! - Felix said.

- After all ... who are you? - The clone asked as he cracked his neck in a sarcastic gesture.

- He is my father, idiot! - Mara said.

- Ups ... So that's ... Now we are all here. The large family gathered. That lack of creativity. You also cloned. It's what you always said Daniel. Taste is like ass, everyone has his! Cloning idiots idiots. But soon all this will end, as it should have ended a long time, no? Why do not we talk more about our history together Pedro? Our friendship? From all that we share? I missed you friend.

Daniel's fingers slipped by PT trigger, like a child on a toboggan, having fun, crazy to fall in the water and then rise again to a further decline.

- You'll never find Daniel. They are dead! Or who knows, will soon ... - Was when Mara felt that same smell, and their eyes were opened further. Veronica smiled strangely amid his madness laughed and cried while.

- I knew they were here. 'll Kill you crazy! - A shadow then jumped into the darkness, hitting Daniel and soon reached most of them. The nanoinfectos had found them. Mara took her hands in the eyes of Veronica and shot hitting the nanoinfecto that was attacking Daniel.

- Damn! We gotta get out of here! - Said Felix looking bunch of creatures that surrounded them. Daniel stood up and looked toward the clone, and was surprised to see he was not there anymore. But there was no time for mourning, the nanoinfectos were the cornering. Veronica Mara clutched his neck as if to make her hostage, Felix walked beside them, Daniel was going in the same direction. All leaning against the wall as the monsters walked like cats in search of prey, waiting for the coup de grace.

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The clone cowardly ran three other nanoinfectos who followed him, was unarmed and alone. The creatures were faster than him, scratched, but he was shrewd and carried a huge baggage of fighting in his memory. One of the many gifts of his past life. But even when he would get rid of them? Sweat dripped now her face, and a sense of fear took. Something he did not know until then. Racing against time the clone looked back and claws tore the air looking for you. The fear brought carelessness and he tripped over a stone, concrete rubble a mere overthrew. The forward made nanoinfectos dogs.

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John and Matt found themselves running towards the screams of the creatures, and saw more ahead ready to lacerate the bodies of three.

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- Thank God! - Said Mara to see the two that came shooting at the gang of cannibals surprising them. Daniel, Mara and Felix gained strength at the time and threw together the monsters fell one will eles.Os one.

- And the clone? - Asked John

- Fled after being in our hands. Let's after him! - Said Felix while Daniel remained downcast. - Daniel, was not your fault.

- Maybe not, let's go. - The agent took Veronica lap Mara again without leaving your vision, delivering her into the arms of Felix. Daniel and Mat went ahead attentive. The place was still full of nanoinfectos.

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The Clone felt gripped by the feet and pulled back by two claws, but that was for a short time. The bodies of nanoinfectos soon fell maimed, shot by powerful gauge of 5.7 X 28 mm FN P90, a submachine gun with ammunition loader for 50, and bullpup configuration, where the trigger is in front of the loader ammunition, causing That gun is ideal for confined spaces like that. Diego looked at the fallen bodies and smiled for the clone.

- So you're not so tough that? - The clone took his hands off the ears and stared without any expression sketch. He got up and bumped shoulders with Diego, heading toward the bus. - And idiot, do not deviate from the route over the next address of my other bullets can be. - Diego said back to him who boarded the bus and took off.

- Let's go! - Diego Macedo gave orders to others who entered their weapons pointing, while the lanterns lit up the place and the sun desvencilhava clouds. - We'll have one of those days!

...

- Stop! - Said Matt

- What now? - Asked Mara trying to listen to something different.

- We've got company! They then saw the lanterns light amid the darkness.

- Shit! - Daniel said. - And now?

- Felix! I assume there is shrunk as a mouse. I suggest that given the prisoner and the detective. And of course our new akin, Agent Silva. And maybe his death will be less painful than theirs. You are trapped here. The four outputs are covered. Do not hinder my work. - He said while the soldiers signaled to move forward.

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- Follow me! - John whispered sneaking in a side corridor.

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Continued ...

Dates of upcoming episodes ...

Episode X - 29/11

Episode XI - 03/12

Episode XII - 07/12

Episode XIII - 12/12

12/12/2011 - Anniversary of my beloved ... date of posting of the end of this tale that is teaching me so much about the wonderful city where my best friend corner lurks ... "Rio de Janeiro" ...

Shortly put the original title ...

Death Penalty - "Chapter IX - In the stomach of Boi Bumba"