The Serpent's Kiss

85

The Serpent moved one last time through the corridor that encircled The Palace. He was enjoying the crowds, reveling in the thought that he controlled their destiny. He was their God, determining their life and their death.

His senses were finely attuned to everything. He heard the loudspeakers playing a recording of J Slim in the background as a warm-up to the real thing. Felt the wafts of air, cold from the exterior doors, warmer from the heating/cooling system, the heat of thousands of bodies. He smelled their sweat and smelled the beer and the pizza and the popcorn. Heard the voices, talking, laughing, loud, boisterous, so energetic.

He had everything he needed in place: a still active passcard that allowed him access to every door in the building, a uniform, and the remote control.

One last time, he thought. Then I’ll get in place.

The Serpent will get ready to strike.