A year earlier he had found a map showing the spear and how to get there. When he found it he knew that this is where he would go next. After much research he found a place in the Amazon that he thought was the location of the spear.

Colonel Johnson rode to the air port with his partner Captain Parker after a long plane ride they finally arrived at the closest tribe to their campsite, were they met up with the slaves they had had sent over and the man overseeing them. His name was Henry McCord and he had been in the slave trade business all his life. Unfortunately they still had a good 3 mile hike into the jungle with no local guide because the tribe was afraid to leave the border of their town for fear of being attacked by a great apelike beast they had seen in the jungle in the jungle. Along the way they heard McCord’s whole life story. Finally after a good 2 hour hike they made it to a clearing that would suffice for a campsite in the morning they would set off in search of the spear.

Early the next morning they set off down a small animal made trail in the jungle floor. After hours of walking they rounded a corner and Johnson suddenly stopped, ‘this is it’ he said checking the map in his hand. They looked around and saw a huge water fall just past an oddly placed rock about the size of a dog. Johnson walked forward and suddenly a huge hairy beast rushed out quick as lightening and with one quick swipe of its deadly claws, it bashes Johnson aside and in a second it snapped up McCord in its powerful jaws and raced off back into the thick cover of the jungle

Johnson woke with a start after two days of restless sleep. He thought he heard someone call his name so he tried to sit up but fell back and winced with pain and he carefully raised his shirt to see a six inch long gash on left side that was oozing blood.

Trying best he could to look around, and from what he could tell he was in a hut he guessed was in the local village. Then out of the corner of his eye he saw a small little man standing in the corner over some burning incense. The little man looked up and noticed that he was awake. He hobbled over to the bedside and asked the colonel if he was all right then told him he was lucky to be alive, then introduced himself as the tribal shaman, or that was as best as Johnson could tell from his thick accent

“What was that monkey-like thing that attacked us”, asked Johnson.

“It is called the abibo the people of my village have feared it for centuries.” “Unfortunately you have suffered a cut on your side that has been laced with the abibo poison which is deadly even in the smallest of doses.”

“I must go check on the others,” but the words caught in his mouth as he absentmindedly tried to sit up and the cut on his side was torn open and he passed out again.

Johnson awoke early the next day to find a crowd of people gathered around him all asking questions like “are you ok” and “how are you”, not even taking notice of the crowd around him he pulled up his shirt and examined his gash it looked healed already turned into a scar, he looked around for the shaman but did not see him any where around.

About an hour later he was up and walking around the village and feeling great. He asked parker if he had seen the shaman any where, but parker just looked at him funny and said what shaman, the asked if he was sure he was ok.

That night Johnson volunteered to take the first watch of the night and after much argument parker gave in. Theywalked down the dirty little road toward the outer edge of the camp then we went to the field and crossed the fence onto jenny’s land and we saw people all around the pool and we saw then get into the pool and we saw him go into the cave but he when into