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   Caliente Alto The End Game.

   Another magic moment in movie making transferred the once desolate WWII
strip and surrounding desert into a relative beehive of activity as Allen
Smithey dutifully yelled out "Action!"

   "Boss!  Look right above us," said Clem as he and the others strained
their necks skyward.  Sure enough, one, then two, then three 'chutes
appeared to open as the propeller-driven plane soared high overhead. 
Looking up, Lord grabbed his trusty pair of old 7X50 binoculars and focused
them on the descending parachutes.  A fourth parachute opened as it left
the aircraft, one he recognized had to belong to Randy.  Lord saw that his
man was fully clothed, while the earlier skydivers were wearing brief
costumes, and ...no briefs.  It had to be cold up there, he idly thought as
the spec focused on twirling bare legs and bottoms.  Chilly, in fact.

   Too high to be heard from on ground, the shot fired through the narrow
cabin and into the back of the pilot's seat mortally wounded the
silver-haired plane owner.  Just as Lord watched Randy's successful egress
from the plane, its left wing dipped.  Lord watched with grim satisfaction
as the big metal bird turned into the first of many flat spin revolutions.

   Back on terra firma Master Brief's decision making powers remained
intact..  Lord could only marvel at the man's cowardice and vanity.  The
lawyer had readily forfeited the lives of the two girls for his own.  Given
the long odds of Master Briefs actually being rescued while out wandering
the desert, who in their right mind would actually believe the story of
some crazed man dressed for Halloween in a Roman soldier's get-up?  Lord
shrugged at the folly of it all and handed the hairy-legged attorney a
mallet and some nails.  His plan was working.

   "Here's your gavel, counselor.  Now let's see what you can do with it.
You be the Judge."

   The unwilling divers from on high were getting closer to the ground. 
The parachutes were not the commercial variety, but rather military issue.
That meant the parachutes offered less resistance to the wind, thereby
falling to the ground faster.  At least Randy was properly attired for the
hard landing that was to be, but then he happened to be on the "right" team
for this production.

   "Nooo..." Susan moaned as her wrist was grabbed and she was thrown to
the ground.  She would be the first.  Candi could only stand mutely and
watch as the lawyer pinned one of her friend's arms along the crude beam.
Other hands held the nude girl in place, and once steadied, Master Briefs
placed the first nail in the middle of Susan's upturned wrist.  The mallet
fell and the girl cried out.  Blood spurted around the wrist as another
blow forced the nail deeper.  Susan's thumb reflexively turned inward
toward her palm.  Her entire body writhed and shone in the sun.  Candi
grimaced and turned her head away.  A third blow pounded flesh into wood.
Candi dared not to open her eyes but heard the fast rustling of the men as
they shifted position.

   "Not bad, counselor," Lord sad in a slow drawl as he watched both the
scene near his boots and the action in the sky.  "Seems as though you've
had plenty of experience ...nailing clients."

   Master Brief's positioned himself and was about to pound the mallet to
the metal when the whole ground around them shook.  All except Susan looked
up at the temblor.  A huge fireball just over the horizon appeared.

   "Well...that's one landing I don't think our pilot friend will be
walking away from," Lord said as the others waited to exhale in the
excitement.

   "Go ahead, counselor.  You may continue."

   Master Briefs looked down at his sweating captive.  He chanced a look at
her face and the pain there made even he grimace.  Driven by motives of
self-preservation, he lifted the heavy mallet high in the air, one more
time.

   It landed with a crash.  He felt the nail penetrate and rather than
waste more time thinking of the enormity of what it was that he was doing,
Master Briefs raised the mallet into the air again, and forcefully brought
it crashing down.  He tried wiping his fingers free of the fresh blood that
ran over them but the short soldier skirt he wore would not clean them.

   After the third blow, Lord spoke and said, "The butterfly is fully
pinned to that crossbeam.  Now, the next one."

   Master Briefs looked pleadingly up into the sun.  Around Lord's head he
could see the approaching shapes of the dangling members..  He also saw the
glint in Lord's eyes that told him he better move, and fast.  He grabbed
Candi's weakened right arm by the wrist and pulled her to the ground.  With
her, he took the time to look over her body.  Once beautiful, it was now an
angry road map of scratches and bites.  The girl's right flank was
discolored in dark hues.  The right breast with the mangled duct tape was
purplish and swollen.  Taking a large swallow, Master Briefs placed the
girl's right wrist on the rough wood and pressed the tip of the rusty nail
between the veins.  Raising the mallet high above his head, he brought it
crashing down.

   She bucked as the nail was driven.  Rivulets of sweat pooled in her deep
navel and streamed between her legs and along her long arms.  Another blow
rocked her as she lay.  Candi's screams pleaded for mercy.  A thickness in
her arm, starting at the abraised wrist where the nail was being pounded
flooded her body.  Senseless until that very moment, all of Candi's nerve
endings seemed to reawaken with agony.

   Lord swiveled at the male cry then heard the crunch then the silence. 
The first of the jumpers was landing.  Tough break to land on the hard
macadam.  The silk parachute behind him fluttered like so many crushed
vertebrae of the man's spine.  Another scream was heard as the second one
landed nearby.  Lord had to wince as he heard what must be the man's two
legs being broken in the fall.  There was now so much to see and do.  Lord
looked at Smithey sweating over his custom-made board.  "You getting all of
this, Smithey?"

   Dark pools stained his now dirty polo shirt, but the young director
looked up, forced a smile and gave Lord a thumb's up to indicate that all
was faithfully being recorded.  He readjusted the brim on his ball cap and
looked back down at the monitor and T-bar on his custom switcher.

   "Excellent," Lord said and slowly looked up at the crucified females. 
Their bloody toes were just about eye-level with him when he nodded to
Master Briefs and said, "Looks like your jobs are done, counselor. 
Depending on how you look at it, you are either now on the clock or off of
it."

   Master Briefs nodded with a foolish grin and tried to hide his
blood-soaked fingers.

   Lord slowly rubbed his jaw-line and considered the wretched legal
beagle. "So, I am a man of my word.  You can go now.  Go ahead, take off!"

   Without hesitating a second more, Master Briefs turned and ran barefoot
away, his short Roman army skirt swishing behind him.

   Susan coughed, then gasped, then slowly pressed down on her nailed feet
and raised her body painfully up the cross.  At the apex of her ascent, she
sucked in air.  Her strength gave and she slid back down, supported by her
extended arms and the nails piercing her tiny wrists.

   A howling noise was made and heads looked up.  The last of the third
members, the most portly was descending and fast.  It seemed as though he
was going to land right on top of them.  As he fell from the sky, he
flashed down in front of Candi's crucified form but he had little interest
in peeking at her even at such close range.  He landed with a crash and
moaned in agony.  The parachute he came in on draped over Candi's left arm
and crossbeam.  She shrieked as the tension jerked her body and the whole
cross.  The full nipple, dark areola and shining plastic boob jiggled as
the silk caught on the wood.

   Lord issued immediate orders.  "Get the thing off of her cross, and put
this poor, fat slob out of his misery."

   "Boss, Randy just landed and he's okay."

   "Of course he is, Clem.  Now get everybody and let's head out of this
place.  Smithey, you've got your tape.  Sell it if you can.  There's got to
be a market for it somewhere out there."

   Smithey started to protest and said, "But....  you just can't leave me
out here by myself!"

   Lord turned back when he heard the protest and said, "Oh but that we
can, Smithey.  That we can."



   Caliente Alto Epilogue

   Smithey looked up at the crucified girls and the other carnage that
encircled him.  He then looked down at the dusty Doc Martens shodding his
feet.  At least, he was better dressed for the desert than that lawyer, he
thought.  He then wondered if possibly, once he got out of there, if Big
Jack might be a good contact.  If Jack wasn't in the market for what he had
just produced, Smithey knew that Jack certainly would know someone who was.
For all of the hassles, this could all be really serious money.  Smithey
smiled at the thought.

   Before making that pitch, however, there was something yet to do.  He
had to escape from this location.
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