Josh and I were having dinner at The Eucalyptus ( http://www.the-eucalyptus.com/ ), an amazing place in the Artist’s Quarter Jerusalem. As we were waiting for the check, I got a powerful intuition to check out a particular warehouse in the center of the city. I do not know why I get these feelings and I hate them, but they have proven useful in the past. So, as Josh paid the bill, I dug out a generous tip from my wallet. I stood to leave to go look for a warehouse that I was not sure existed when I saw Joshua, Father Joshua, chatting up our waitress, who was a knockout if I do say so myself. I walked up to him and said with mock severity, “Joshua? New friend?” He looked at me and said “Caleb, this is Ahuva. Ahuva, this is my little brother, Caleb.” She extended her hand, flashed me a smile that I felt down below and said: “So nice to meet you, Caleb.”
“Pleasure”, I responded. Then I said to Josh, “Hey, I have got to check something out. Gotta go.” Josh said, “Wait, I’ll go with you.” I held up my hand and said that I would not hear of it and Josh put up no further argument, as I hoped he would not.
I left the restaurant and started walking without a plan. In half an hour I came upon a warehouse that did not look abandoned but looked abandoned at the same time. I walked over to a door and found that it was open, which was odd. As I stepped over the threshold I heard the words “Caleb Smith! Your gifts are coming to the fore!” and then, silence. As I stood there in the dark,fumbling for a small flashlight in my pocket, the warehouse lights came on followed by the sound of a steel door slamming shut. As I looked around and finally above me, I saw something that made my blood run cold….dozens of arms, cut off at the elbow hanging by zip cord from the ceiling. I felt something drip onto my shoulder. I looked up and saw a set of arms that were still bleeding…this kill was so fresh that it still bled! I know this was meant to scare me, but all it did was steel my resolve to find this killer (killers). After I called the police and the Association clean-up squad, I called Josh to let him know what I had found. When he picked up and said hello, I heard a feminine voice in the background call out to him with these words “Josh! The shower is ready!” Josh asked me what I needed. I told him that it would keep. So, there I stood, body parts hanging from the ceiling of a warehouse, wondering at the evil of the world, glad that my brother had completed the first major part of his mission.
North Archipelago 