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by our new bodyguard Mr. Bolivar – Leon or Kim.
    Before I go, Kim wants you to look for a name – Quiroga . It looks like Father Sebastiano was expecting a visit from him, and it doesn’t look like he was much looking forward to it.

June 17, 2011
Segovia, Peru
Leon Samples
    Bruce, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that smoking a cigarette by the pool wearing nothing but horse-riding boots and a Speedo isn’t cool. And ordinarily I would agree with you, but that’s what my new best friend is rocking right now, and he’s the coolest cat I’ve ever seen.
    He’s only been here a day and a half, but I’m already tight with Bolivar. He’s like the Starsky to my Hutch, the Hall to my Oates. I think Kim is in love with him, and you know what, I don’t blame her.
    Bolivar is a former police constable from Caracas. He’s also a champion marksman and sword fighter. He’s forty-seven years old, speaks nine languages, and weighs about thirty-nine pounds by the looks of him. But he’s a tough little guy, solid like a puma.
    I’m not sure exactly what he’s doing here. He says he’s protecting us, and I expect he means from the zombies or the convicts or whoever the hell it is prowling around at night. But so far, he hasn’t done much except drink rum, sit by the pool, and look cool.
    He says he’s going outside tonight. He’s planning to spend the night on top of the pyramid, and I’m going with him. At least I want to, but when I asked, he just ignored me.
    Check this out – Kim just walked up to the edge of the pool, and right this minute, she just took her top off in front of him. And he hasn’t moved a muscle. Cyrus is standing out there too, and he just dropped his guavas. I have to go.

June 17, 2011
Seville, Spain
Bruce Wheeler
    Guys, now things are starting to get strange. I’m still here at the Archive, but I’m alone, and the reading room doors are locked from the outside. I tried calling out but there doesn’t seem to be anyone downstairs at the desk. OK, now the lights just went out. This is starting to worry me. And apparently there is no electricity – I just checked. That means I’m on battery power. I’m going to log off for a bit and see if I can make a plan. If you guys are online, don’t go away.

June 17, 2011
Seville, Spain
Bruce Wheeler (continued) Me again. It’s 8:00 at night and I’ve been sitting here for three hours. The doors and windows are locked. I thought about trying to light a fire under the fire alarms to summon help. Well, I did more than think about it. I tried to light a fire for about an hour but I couldn’t figure out how to do it. At least I don’t have to worry about freezing to death — summer in southern Spain! Other than that, I’m out of ideas. I’ve been waving at the window but I’m too far up for anyone to notice, and this is all safety glass, so nobody can hear me.
    About ten minutes ago a light went on downstairs. I haven’t heard anything, so it might be an automatic timer thing. I’m going to go…

Vasco Cuellar
age:    
509
occupation:    
street vagrant, missionary, conquistador
education:    
ordained priest
personal:    
single, penniless, insane
hometown:    
Jerez, Spain
hobbies:    
whittling
food/bev:    
thighs/any jugged liquid
life goal:    
redemption
fav movie:    
Ravenous
obscurity:    
prone to unresolved cannibalistic tendencies, morally unrestrained

June 17, 2011
Seville, Spain
Vasco Cuellar
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    Caveat daemones. Abire. Abire. Abire. Cum Sopay fit, semper eum. Omnes perituri.

June 17, 2011
Seville, Spain
Bruce Wheeler (part 3)
    Is that you, Leon? Can you not be a dick just for once? I’m having a difficult time, and I don’t need you fucking around right now. Since you’re awake and at the computer, could you please call the Archive on the emergency number or the Seville police or something?