Mr. Luke

Mr. Luke was a tall, strong bounty-hunter. His armsbulged from underneath his extra-large T-shirt as heroamed the Amazon. Well, what was left of the Amazonrainforest. This was his favorite place to hunt, butunlike everyone else in this bug-ridden forest, he washunting humans. This was a popular place for criminalsto hide and it seemed they all had big prices on theirheads. Mr. Luke squatted down. Being tall was handy tointimadate his prey, but he had to catch them first,and that meant not being spotted. He heard the roar ofa waterfall. He decided to head for it, knowing thescum he tracked down needed water to survive thisdesert heat. Hacking through the heavy leaves with his machete hesmiled. That had been his nickname back when he was in'training'- Machete. Stealthily Mr. Luke crept down the hill near thewater fall. He saw a familiar face wading towards thewaterfall. It was Zeke Garrilla himself. This was Mr.Luke's biggest bounty yet. If he could get Zeke he'dhave enough money to save the rest of the Amazonitself! And he knew it'd be easy. Almost too easy, hethought happily. This bounty was wanted, dead oralive. That makes my job even easier, thought Mr. Lukeas he readied his sniper rifle. Then he paused. Livingon the edge had always been his thing. Why stop now?Mr Luke ran out partway into the water, moving quicklytowards Zeke. Mr. Luke pulled out his machete andthrew it. His aim was good- no, perfect.Mr. Luke collected the body of his foe and headed backtowards civiliazation. He popped out his cell phonewhile dragging Zeke's body with his other hand. Thosemuscles came in handy sometimes. He dialed his'manager', Amos Jones.