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TARZANN -The Last Law of the Wild- 04 
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The jungle heat came in waves of memory before consciousness fully returnedthe white hot sand beneath her bare feet, the joyful trumpeting of young elephants, the comforting weight of Sister Miriams worn Bible in her hand. Then, the shattering. The world dissolved into fire and screaming metal.

Tarzann awoke to the stifling heat of an old metal-walled building, thick with the scent of sweat, gun oil, and burnt wire. The heavy chains clung to her wrists and ankles, their cold metal chafing skin once familiar with the gentle touch of vines and leaves. She hung from the ceiling, arms overhead, her shoulders burning with pain. The leopard-print bikini, her sole nod to a civilization she scarcely grasped, was gone.

A shadow detached itself from the gloom, a mountain of a man in faded camouflage fatigues. General Konde Mbala. His face was a topographical map of old scars and present cruelty.

"The jungle queen awakens...You are more durable than my men predicted. The explosion was meant to reduce a jeep to scrap. It only seems to have given you a headache."

Tarzann tested the chains, a subtle flex of her powerful limbs. The poles shuddered but held fast. She remained silent, her gaze fixed on a point somewhere beyond his shoulder, seeing instead the dappled light of the forest canopy.

He stepped closer, the worn sole of his boot scraping on the packed earth floor. He carried a polished sjambok, a whip of cured hippopotamus hide, which he tapped absently against his thigh.

"You cost me a valuable shipment. A truck, my mens time. My patience. You will tell me who you work for... The park rangers? Interpol? Or is the good Sister Duval sending her pet savage to do her dirty work?"

He moved with a predator’s languid grace, circling her. It was not a question of if, but when. She braced herself, her breath stilling in her lungs.


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