The chief acolyte stood beside the smashed truck and grinned viciously. His face seemed about to crack in the dry air. For the first time since the Messiah’s death, he was joyous.
This had to be the escape vehicle of the very robots he was pursuing. The one-armed carcass of the driver proved it. This was the same creature he’d seen the birds carrying off with the other demon spawn. He searched a wide area to make sure that the missing limb wasn’t lying around somewhere. There was no trace of it.
I’m on the right track!
His trust in Divine guidance had brought him to this discovery. Why, if he hadn’t chosen this area to pause in his journey, he’d have trudged right by, never noticing the wrecked machine among the weeds and boulders below.
But the other demon spawn had escaped the carnage ... this time. No matter, he’d find them sooner or later – at a moment when they least expected him. He fondled the assault rifle. How wonderful it would be when he blasted that foul she demon to bits!