spat the captive. Fallon slammed his palm flat down on the stranger’s face, and the man screamed, head bouncing off the shag, back into Fallon’s hand. “Man, you are just asking for rug burns. Who sent you and where are they?” “Torture!” wailed the terrorist. “Not if I make it quick,” said Fallon. “Then it’s just meat removal, you feel me?” Jen squatted down beside the prisoner, the ruffled hem of her dirty pink dress billowing out around her. “You aren’t related to me,” she said. “Who are you?” The Aina rolled his eyes toward Jen. “I belong to the Land. Ua mau ke ea o ka aina I ka pono. The life of the land is preserved in righteousness. Kuipo is on to you, heretic! She’ll find you soon. You can’t hide from her!” Keegan swore under his breath. “Any more out there?” Corlis glanced over her shoulder at them and jerked her chin at the captive. “Unarmed observer.” The man lurched upwards. “I don’t need a weapon to be of use to Kuipo!” “Think I’ll start with his ears.”
