“What are you going to do when that tape breaks?” “And you, Jackal, are too much of a rule abider.”Īs the song came to the end, Lucan hit the rewind button, and there was a whirring sound. “Everyone’s at the Hive, including the guards.” “Just watching out for you.” The Jackal nodded at the silver-andblack cassette player that was tucked into the male’s side. But compared to so many of the others, he was a prince of a guy. Lucan was a laconic sonofabitch, slightly evil and maybe untrustworthy. Unblinking, yellow eyes stared upward from the horizontal, and the sly smile showed long, sharp fangs. The male who spoke was reclining on his pallet, his huge body in a relaxed sprawl, nothing but a cloth tied around his hips hiding his sex. “You get caught with that, they’re going to-” The source of the ghostly song, now nearing the end of its run, was three cells down, and he stopped in the archway of the prisoner in question. No one dared to leave.ĭeath would be a blessing compared to what the Command would do to you if you tried to escape. With the guards prowling around, monsters in the dark, there was no need to lock anything. The barred cages they were relegated to dwell in were set at intervals into the rock, although the gates to each remained open. The Jackal made a turn and entered the block of cells he had long been assigned to. were like the garbled sound of that song: dulled by time’s passing and a lack of real-time refresh. One hundred years after his incarceration, the world above, the freedom, the fresh air. all the while being pursued by a beautiful woman-or was it the other way around? After which he had proceeded into the jungle, and into a river. He recalled that he had been told of the “video.” Simon Le Bon, evidently the lead singer, had been garbed in a pale linen suit and had gone through many crowded streets in a tropical locale. Moving along, the Jackal was of the shadows as he tracked the tinny refrain echoing off the damp stone walls. Thus one had to replay things, just as his fellow inmate had to replay the song on that “cassette” tape player. The mind yearned and churned for input, yet there was rarely anything new. But that was the nature of information down here. The video, evidently working off an Indiana Jones theme-whatever that was-was put into heavy rotation on “MTV,” and that “television airplay” shot the song onto the Billboard charts and kept it there for months.Īs he whispered through one of the prison camp’s countless subterranean tunnels, he heard the song and revisited its identifying tidbits like he was rereading a book he had memorized. According to the history that had been explained to the Jackal, “Hungry Like the Wolf ” was a musical “single” released in 1982 in the US by the British “new wave” sensation Duran Duran.
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