CHAPTER ONEThe boy tried to squeeze the goats, but the goats are willful and stubborn. You call them, applaud, nudge them with your stick. If the goats don't see what's in it for them to move a little faster, well, why should they care? In this they were like people. He couldn't wait to see her again, that was the root of his impatience. She would pass through the village with her uncle this evening. He imagined her warm brown eyes and her beautiful teeth, straight and white. She gave them a smile that always disappeared too quickly. It spoke of a certain inner sadness, and it made his heart leap to her. The boy looked out over the sea of ​​red sand and the white-crowned mountains beyond, faded by the distance. He and the goats walked along this vast void. Death awaited there the ignorant and the careless. At the bottom of the slope, a lone goat had wandered away from the herd. He was thin and the quality of his fur was wiry and sparse. The rains had been even lighter than usual this season and the herd had to go further afield to find good pasture, which was another reason they were late today. The boy climbed up the rocks after the goat. Still late. The light did not come as light, it came as blindness. Too much for the eyes to see. It erased everything. At the same time, the heat ignited his simple cotton clothes in a flash. A scream formed within him, but before it could escape, the entire universe screamed it. He howled with a powerful roar that instantly deafened him. The shockwave moved towards him across the desert like a huge invisible beast, raising a cloud of dust behind it. He fell into darkness and silence, blown backwards as the commotion hit him. The sands from the shotgun tore away his charred flesh... middle of paper... the world knew it. No one was going to steal credit from them. They had thought of this part elegantly too. Keane pulled out a file called “Sons of Man” on his phone and opened it. He read aloud as they continued up the hill. "'We are the sons of man. Today a voice cries in the wilderness.' Keane smiles. “Little reference to John the Baptist and the Gospel of Mark. Bomb in the desert, voices in the desert. GOOD. » He continued reading. “Acts of Islamic terror will now be punished by nuclear decimation. » Well, very good then. It's pretty clear. ""Decimation. “Wipe them all off?” asked Pasquini. Keane shook his head. "Not exactly, although that is the common usage of the word now. Decimation meant that if a Roman centurion betrayed Caesar, he executed one out of every ten men in his legion. Latin Decimus, one tenth. Anyway , the idea is that this makes them police officers