In the Regeneration - the man-made messiah

Chapter July 12, 2012

Singh shuffled nervously.

Marlon felt like slapping some sense into him –

“Give me my gun!” he demanded.

Singh was sweating profusely, notwithstanding the furious machinations of the air-conditioner in the Hummer.

“I need to talk to you,” he said, reaching out and taking a firm hold of Marlon’s arm.

“Talk?”

Marlon withdrew his arm immediately.

“I’m sick of talk!” he scowled. “There’s been nothing but talk since this began. I want to get on with it, do what must be done. This mess has got to be concluded!”

“No, no.” Singh protested, nervously twitching his beard. “What you really must do… and I know it will be hard for you…”

Again Singh reached for Marlon’s arm.

“Is listen.”

This was not what Marlon wanted to hear.

“Rubbish!”

“Marlon, there are things you need to know.”

Again Marlon shrugged him off.

“What?” he said sharply.

Singh sat back in his seat –

“You remember I told you that you were too late?”

“Of course I do.”

“Well, at that time I may have been wrong. Back then you may possibly have been able to bring this to a sudden conclusion. But now you are definitely too late. Marlon believe me, any chance you had to kill this off is over.”

Singh appeared to have chosen his words carefully – too carefully for Marlon’s liking.

“What are you saying Singh?” he demanded.

“It’s over.”

Marlon… champ…

It can’t get any clearer than that!

“But – nothing’s happened yet!” Marlon protested.

“No, Marlon, that’s where you’re wrong – something has happened.”

“What are you trying to tell me Singh?” Marlon snapped.

“The Australian has been and gone. His renunciation is already complete.”