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particular attention to the six-pointed star emblazoned on it. Ancient characters encircled the ring. "Where'd you get this?"
    Zaman shrugged, while trying to work up enough saliva to spit in the American's face.
    Kenslir pushed his oversized goggles up on his forehead, then leaned in closer and looked Zaman square in the eye. He compressed the hand the ring was on, splintering all the bones. "Where'd you get this?"
    Zaman couldn't help himself- he couldn't scream, but he was able to urinate down the legs of his camouflage pants. He also pictured in his mind the museum in Germany he'd stolen the ring from. A museum he'd worked in as a janitor while in the country on a student visa.
    "Museum, eh?" Kenslir said.
    Zaman's last thought was one of puzzlement- how did the American know what he was thinking. He didn't get time to consider this long- maybe only a half-second, as Kenslir squeezed his neck, crushing the spine into fragments and killing Zaman instantly.
    The Colonel pulled the ring off of Zaman's corpse- noticing two things immediately.
    First, the ring glowed a very bright green when he touched it- nearly as bright as the sun in fact. Secondly, the Djinn was screaming- loudly. Not a scream of pain or rage. A scream of absolute horror. A death scream.
    Kenslir turned and looked down into the village. He didn't need binoculars- his vision was the better than any human's could ever be. The Djinn was writhing now- its fire leaping out at odd angles as though it were about to lose control and explode.
    The creature was bound to the ring.
    Despite its ear shattering screeches, the Djinn began moving away from the Village, up the hill, toward Kenslir.
    "Crap!"
    The billowing, sparking mass of flames was losing cohesion as it swept up the slope. Bits of fire shot out of it- jets of flame that splattered against the ground then vanished. The Djinn was within twenty feet of Kenslir when it finally exploded in a final flash of green and orange flame.
    The ring in Kenslir's hand dimmed considerably- now only giving off a faint green glow. He reached down and tore a patch of fabric from the dead insurgent's shirt and wrapped the ring in it, breaking contact with the glowing talisman.
    The Colonel walked down to the compound, his TTV still up on his forehead. Smith finally walked over, a dirty old blanket wrapped around his waist.
    "We get him?"
    "I think so," Kenslir said, pitching the wrapped up ring to Smith.
    "What's this?" Smith asked, unwrapping the ring. He was taken aback by the six-pointed star- that resembled the Star of David.
    "It's a very interesting forgery," the Colonel said.
    "Forgery? Forgery of what?"
    "The Ring of Solomon."
    Smith shrugged- he was sure he'd learn all about whatever the Colonel was talking about when they got back to the States. "So, now what?"
    Kenslir pulled his visor back down over his eyes. "Looks like the procedure was a success. It's time we started recruiting."
    "Recruiting?"
    "For more of you- after we hitch a ride back to Miami."
     

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