Mikhail sat alone in The Flame, lost in memories of old wars and new rumors of war. He looked out the window and saw a boy, a black boy about 10 years old. The boy was soaking wet and looked like he was whispering to himself. Mikhail got his gun and went to the door. He yelled out, asked the boy who he was. The boy looked right through the grizzled Russian. Mikhail opened the door and the boy was gone. He turned around to go back inside and the boy was in front of him. "They want your eye." said the boy, and as Mikhail took a step towards him, the boy became a tall column of swirling black smoke and blew past him out into the jungle.
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