CHAPTER
12
Two cameramen wait
outside of Olson’s room. They can hear mumbling voices, as if someone in the
room is speaking to someone over a phone line.
One of the cameramen
knocks at the door.
OLSON
One moment.
The mumbling continues
before abruptly stopping.
OLSON
I’m ready.
The door opens and the
cameramen walk in, taking the viewers into a room dimly lit by large candles.
Hanging on the walls are skulls and animal skins. There is a shelf full of
books on profiling and psychological warfare. The heavy bag that hangs from his
ceiling has the names of each competitor written in dark red ink.
Olson, with his back
turned, adjusts his hood before facing the cameras.
OLSON
Let’s
get this over with. I have work to do.
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