I.
Lawson tried a third saw. The five axes, two saws, and one chainsaw hadn’t
worked. Cutting off Luke’s arm to remove Sock Puppet Jesus wasn’t going to
be easy. Luke Pardon was still unconscious from the preacher’s mist.
Lawson didn’t know how much time he had until the man woke up. His boss
wanted the arm off before then.
Lawson didn’t think he’d be able to do it.
He had been at it for thirty minutes and hadn’t made a single scratch.
Rory Parker was going to be furious.
Lawson didn’t expect to survive the night if he failed.
“Any progress?” Rory Parker asked as he entered the room.
“No luck, sir,” the assistant replied. “I’m not sure if it’s the strength
stolen from the preacher or divine intervention.”
“Ha!” the leader laughed. “There’ll be no divine intervention tonight.”
“Very well, sir,” Lawson responded.
He looked at the man strapped to the table. He couldn’t imagine a lowly
janitor causing this much trouble. Bibleopolis had been a paradise last
week, he thought.
Rory Parker sat behind his desk. He hadn’t wanted to bring the janitor or
the puppet into his office, but it was the only room in Bibleopolis his
enemy couldn’t see into. It was why he never left. His plan had gone