The man in front recognized me, as I did him, and he was smooth of manner and he snarled an assured great white shark smile, which hissed; "ZHISSS." and he slapped a old brown stained machete against his left hand. She went on away screaming, without seeing any of us, trying to escape me, took a sharp left, and disappeared into a thick mash-up of bushes and trees. They had black scarves around their faces, I couldn't see how many were there, because the sunlight had disappeared now, in the shade of the cliff.

The masked men, the men who had sold me the puff.

I gasped;