Two thugs, the orderlies who stole Cohen’s body, sit with the windows open, allowing a gentle breeze to pass through. It is the essence of quiet. Baculo quickly enters the room and the first orderly turns to greet him. “Sir.” Baculo ignores him and approaches Cohen’s body with great reverence as both orderlies step back, offering Baculo his space. Baculo gazes at Cohen with a little smile, and then he gently runs his hand over Cohen’s hair, moving a lock back into place. Gazing into Cohen’s lifeless face Baculo mutters, “Yeshua…” A moment later he turns to the orderlies. “You’re sure you weren’t followed?” “Yes, we are certain.” “And his blood?” Baculo requests. “Right here,” the first orderly replies as he hands Baculo a vial of blood. Baculo holds the vial up to the light with high esteem and amazement. “Beautiful. It’s the first of three blood types we need. I must take it to the lab immediately.” Baculo begins to leave but then turns back to the orderlies with military precision.
