8 apr 1991 anni - Dutch's second tape recording.

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I’m not dead yet. I’ll admit… I regret not curing my radiation sickness before I left. It made leaving the country difficult. I cashed in a few favors, took one too many off-the-books flights in rusted-out buckets, but I made it back to Val Verde. The area was in lockdown, sealed by American intelligence for study. The complex centered on the crater from the alien self-destruction. I found a scientist slumming in a local bar. A few drinks, and a couple of threats later, he was ready to talk. It wasn’t much, barely anything I didn’t already know.

The blast emitted a form of radiation they’d never seen before. Some believed it was extra-terrestrial, some didn’t. Either they’re not that bright or there’s nothing to find. I decided to let them keep searching in vain. It kept them busy and off my trail. I’ve been touring villages in small towns using the cover of an author writing about south American folklore. I don’t know if any of them bought in, but they took my money and told their stories. The closer they were the jungle, the more stories of devils in the trees.

Some were bullshit, made up on the spot, but some carried consistencies that I couldn’t ignore. Whatever it was, the “Demons Who Makes Trophies of Men”, the “Devil of the Trees”, or the “Skull-Taker”. The stories always began on the hottest summer that they could remember. In the summer of 1987, Val Verde nearly broke its all-time high in temperatures. They love the heat. It must remind them of home. Everything else confirmed the truth of the stories. Proud warriors were skinned and hanged, skulls and spines ripped from their bodies.

Maybe it was obvious from the beginning, but it wasn’t until I heard the stories that I truly accepted the purpose of these mutilations. I mean, they’re taking trophies. They travel impossible distances to hunt us, skin us and mount us over some alien fireplace on another world. It would be disgusting if it weren’t so familiar. Where do I go now? It’s been on my mind all year. The takeaway from all this intel is that they’ve been doing this for decades – centuries maybe. They’re coming back, and I need to be there when they do.

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