The helicopter landed in the middle of an overgrown courtyard. The hostess turned and addressed the passengers. They were all men, armed to the teeth, and Americans. Typical. “You know the rules,” she said. It was a familiar script, and they all knew it by heart. It was all part of the show. “Local time is 6:45AM, sunrise. You have until 7:50PM to find the coffin. Then it’s His turn. I’ll be back at midnight to pick up the survivor.” They exited, she mugged for the hidden cameras, and lifted off again.
“Gentlemen, may the best hunter win!”

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