your vicinity."
111 "Understood," the first voice replied. In the fog Bullet could see
a figure coming towards them. It was a young man wearing a light radio pack. He had a microphone and
earphones on his head.
112 "Hello!" he cried, "you two better come with me."
113 "What are we doing here?" asked Bullet.
114 "You've got me, friend," the young man answered, "we didn't receive
any instructions that you were coming, so we don't know what to do with
you. Stay with me, would you? We've got problems right now, several bad
Transitions."
115 "You mean people that have just died," asked Bullet, "coming here?"
116 "TRYING to come here," the man explained. "Come on, follow me!"
117 They came out of the fog and in the distance could see a dim light.
Ahead of them, lying on the dark ground, was the figure of a man. When
Bullet
saw him, he couldn't believe what he saw. The man looked like he'd been
cut to pieces but all the pieces were still together. He was moaning,
moving slowly.
118 The woman cried, "Oh, my God!" and buried her head in Bullet's
shoulder. "What have They done to him," she wept, "what have They done
to him?"
119 "Do you know him? questioned Bullet.
120 "Don't you recognize him?" the woman stammered, "It's the manager
of The Golden Key, my old boss!" she looked at the young man. "How
could you do that?" she asked, "Why?"
121 The young man looked at her strangely. "WE didn't do anything," he
objected, "what you see is the results of what HE did in his lifetime,
every cruel act he committed, every miserable thing he