Sport of the Gods

"It's freaking incredible. Forget BASE jumping--time for a real hobby."

Alex raised a cynical eyebrow. Parker was always in search of the ultimate high; kayaking the Congo, cave diving, and conquering the Seven Summits were merely detours. Parker's endorsement was gold; only the club's secrecy gave Alex pause. Still...

Alex balanced on the jagged sea-cliff, awaiting his gear. "Ready?" Parker grinned insanely. The old man appeared beneath them, holding only a gaff hook and several large sacks. Alex's expression darkened. He opened his mouth in protest; Parker pressed a finger to it, and whispered the old man's discovery.

"Reanimation."