“Sounds like some pretty rarified bullshit to me,” Hamm said.
“Few among the Warumbi today remember the story,” Kimboro said. “Few of them believe. But my father believed, and his father before him. He taught these things to me.”
“Sounds like ol’ what’s-his-name was smokin’ something,” Hamm said, chuckling.
“Most of the Warumbi would agree with you,” Kimboro said. “But I know better. I have seen the prophecy unfolding before my very eyes.”
“How so?” Hamm said, checking the glowing eyes in the highway ahead, speeding up to move closer.
“Think about it, Mr. Hamm,” Kimboro said. “The Natarajan Corporation created this abomination, yes?”
“But it escaped from their facility. It killed Avni Natarajan’s son, her only son.”
“Would you not say that she bears the wounds of grief, Mr. Hamm?”
Hamm snorted. “So you think she’s the one, as you say, chosen by God to save the world?”
“It is not for me to question the will of the Almighty.”
“Seems like she wouldn’t be his first choice,” Hamm said.
“The enemy of the first of the new men,” Kimboro said. “His enemy from the start, the prophecy said.”
Hamm shook his head, grinning. “Shit.”
“You make fun, Mr. Hamm,” Kimboro said. “You miss that which has passed right in front of your face.”
“You heard it with your directional microphone, Mr. Hamm,” Kimboro said. “What name has the creature chosen to call itself?”