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lead. Now, some people say, I’ve read some people say you are a revolutionary.”
    “Ha, I’m a loudmouth, that’s all I am!” The smile faded. “But mark my words, while the world is focusing on the Middle East, everyone has missed the birth of a far more powerful force: Latin America. That’s what I represent. The new order. We can’t be ignored any longer.”
    Roberto Moreno rose and stepped to the window.
    Crowning the garden was a poisonwood tree, about forty feet tall. He stayed in this suite often and he liked the tree very much. Indeed, he felt a camaraderie with it. Poisonwoods are formidable, resourceful and starkly beautiful. They are also, as the name suggests, toxic. The pollen or smoke from burning the wood and leaves could slip into the lungs, searing with agony. And yet the tree nourishes the beautiful Bahamian swallowtail butterfly, and white-crowned pigeons live off the fruit.
    I am like this tree, Moreno thought. A good image for the article perhaps. I’ll mention this too—
    The glint again.
    In a tiny splinter of a second: A flicker of movement disturbed the tree’s sparse leaves, and the tall window in front of him exploded. Glass turned to a million crystals of blowing snow, fire blossomed in his chest.
    Moreno found himself lying on the couch, which had been five feet behind him.
    But… but what happened here? What is this? I’m fainting, I’m fainting.
    I can’t breathe.
    He stared at the tree, now clearer, so much clearer, without the window glass filtering the view. The branches waved in the sweet wind off the water. Leaves swelling, receding. It was breathing for him. Because he couldn’t, not with his chest on fire. Not with the pain.
    Shouts, cries for help around him.
    Blood, blood everywhere.
    Sun setting, sky going darker and darker. But isn’t it morning? Moreno had images of his wife, his teenage son and daughter. His thoughts dissolved until he was aware of only one thing: the tree.
    Poison and strength, poison and strength.
    The fire within him was easing, vanishing. Tearful relief.
    Darkness becoming darker.
    The poisonwood tree.
    Poisonwood…
    Poison…

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The Kill Room
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