In the Regeneration - the man-made messiah

Chapter June 21, 2012

“I take it you know where he is?” Marlon said, gathering a new head of steam.

“Of course we do.”

“And you could get to him?”

There was no response.

“Do you hear me B.J.?” Marlon demanded.

“I can hear you,” Singh said quietly.

“Is he alone?”

“What do you think?”

“Well then…”

If he’s out there… lost already… and he disappears… who would ever know? It’s perfect!

“Send someone after him!”

“No no no…”

“Listen Singh,” Marlon yelled, thumping the steering wheel. “I can’t stand this anymore. All this talk – it’s driving me mad! Get rid of him! For God’s sake – just do it! He’s a fucking menace!”

“Marlon, you don’t understand, no Indian would lay a finger on him now.”


“I’m sorry Marlon, but you’ll have to wait and see what happens now. Just like everyone else.”

No! This is not good enough!

You are not everyone else!

You don’t wait to see what happens – you decide what happens!

“Singh – name your price!”

Money will fix it – money fixes everything.

“Marlon – it’s no longer a matter of money. I warned you. We should have arrested him when I told you to. But you didn’t listen to me and now you’ve missed your chance. It’s simply too late.”

It’s never too late.

“We’ll see about that,” Marlon scoffed. “I’ll be there within twenty-four hours. Meet me at the airport with a location, some kind of tracking device… and a hand-gun.” Marlon threw the cell-phone onto the seat beside him, slammed the Thunderbird into drive and powered onto the freeway in a hail of dust and stones –

You should have known.

Some things in life you can’t delegate…

Some things you’ve just got to do yourself.