I approached its fallen bulk and Crusader style I jammed my sword down through the back of the bear's neck affixing it to the ground. Resting a foot on the bear's large head I threw my head back and roared my own cry of victory. Make no mistake of it that I, John Kilroy, had killed this day and remained king of my island.
The bear meat roasting on the fire was a welcome relief from the fish and other small game I typically had to survive on. The bear had swam ashore from a neighboring Aleutian Island two days ago. It had been a fatal decision, but now all the excitement was over. Back to my humdrum existence, I thought to myself, staring sourly into the flames of the fire.
I didn't much mind being alone on an island by myself. Having a woman along would have been a relief in some ways, but not so much in other ways. They talked too much. I was here till I died so what did it matter anyway.
The bear meat was done so I pulled it away from the flames. I had just torn off a bite of the steaming meat with my teeth, when I heard the sounds of a whisper soft chopper. My head turned in the direction of the slight disturbance of air, as my keen senses picked up on every clue to identify the source of the noise.
It was an expensive technology that rendered the rotary beats of the chopper virtually soundless. It was an expensive item such as what the Agency could both afford and likely would employ. So they had come to visit me on my island prison.
Why?
My internment here had been for forever with no chance of parole. Had they come to kill me?
A savage joy at the prospect of them even trying to do that surged through me. The coming confrontation would be far better than any fight with a bear. I had a few old scores that I wanted to settle.
I started to pick up my sword, but thought better of it. That would be too obvious and put them on their guard too much. I'd finished them off with my knives, if my hands weren't enough to do the job. One way or another I'd make their visit to the island a memorable one.