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the shotgun and keep running.
    Why am I so out of shape? Note to self: start running again and go easy on the chips and guacamole.
    You’re nearly to the helicopter, running through the sand, when you turn back and finally see them. Them as in plural them . As in dozens of them. As in a whole tribe of angry men wearing only cloths around their waists. They’re carrying blowguns and bows. Some of those darts and arrows are flying toward you.
    One barely misses your heel. Another almost plugs into your brain.
    You’re still running when you notice something banging against your side. Something in a cloth bag. You take a quick peek   —it’s something golden.
    It looks like an idol.
    I’ve seen this before, haven’t I?
    You make it to the helicopter, and it takes off right as you jump in. Willie and Cole hold on to you. You hear arrows hitting the sides of the chopper.
    “You made it,” Willie says. “We’re heading home.”
    Finally. You collapse on the floor of the helicopter.
    You’ve reached the end.
    But then again   —how’d you get here in the first place?

    Go here and start over.

THE BOYS ARE BACK IN TOWN

    YOU’VE GOT A PLAN. Sort of a defensive plan. “Hey, guys. I think we need some weapons.”
    â€œWhat kind?” John Luke asks.
    Cole smirks. “Well, we can have either a rifle or a shotgun or a crossbow   —”
    â€œBe quiet, Cole,” you say. “I’ll take anything at this point. We need something to protect ourselves. I’m not feeling very confident about tonight. Especially since the count has disappeared.”
    â€œWhere’d Winchester go?” Willie wants to know.
    â€œWho knows where that guy spends his time. He’s probably in his room.”
    â€œLet’s go get some weapons, then,” he says.
    You each carry a candle down the hallway to the elevator. But when you reach the elevator, you realize you won’t be taking it down.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Willie asks from behind you.
    â€œThe power’s out. And the elevator isn’t battery operated, is it?”
    The four of you stand still as echoes of thunder rumble through the hallway.
    â€œLet’s search the place,” Willie suggests. “Maybe we’ll find something.”
    After looking for a while, you do indeed find something.
    The four katana swords are in a closet as if they’re waiting for you to get them.
    â€œWell, we only have one choice this time, right?” John Luke picks one up. “The sword.”
    You feel a little better now that the sword is in your hand.
    It’s a good thing too. ’Cause it’s shaping up to be a long night.

    When you return to your room, you discover a nutria under the bed. It’s basically a giant rat. A swamp rat. Long tail. Fuzzy white whiskers.
    Yeah. It puts up a good fight. But the nutria is very, very slow. No match for your very, very fast katana skills.
    Just as you’re finishing up, you hear a scream and run to John Luke’s room. Somehow, someway   —some weird, magical, crazy, wacky way   —there are frogs in his room. Big, fat, bouncing frogs.
    They’re going berserk. Not jumping up and down but jumping at you.
    Oh, these frogs don’t know who they’re messing with.
    You are Jase Robertson, and you have the longest, sharpest sword you’ve ever seen.
    â€œLet’s do this” is all you have to say to John Luke.
    The flickering candlelight is enough for you and your sword.
    You’re going to name this sword Tebow. Fast and unpredictable and bringing the pain.
    That’s right.
    Frog legs for the whole island of Fiji!
    This does take a while.
    Soon the room is a big . . . well, it’s a mess.
    Let’s not dwell on that.
    And you can’t, either, because you hear another scream.
    It’s Cole.
    â€œCome on,” you tell John Luke.

    Go here .

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    YOU OPEN THE RED DISH, revealing numerous red