The anti-material weapon could accurately hurl a massive slug at targets up to a mile away. They were devastatingly effective on vehicles and people.I... things got really ugly, Max would make use of one of the group's rocket propelled grenade (RPG) launchers. Unlike the Desert Eagle, the RPG was not one of Max's over the top accessories. Neither Max the Enforcer nor the man playing the part liked having the Russian-made RPG around. It posed many risks if a legitimate authority figure ever. ‘Alex? We were so worried about you, ‘ Patricia answered.‘We got a couple of panicky messages from you, then you wouldn’t respond to us afterwards. Are you alright?‘ Brooke asked.‘I was out of it for a while, ‘ I answered, finding mental messages a bit easier to handle now. ‘I was struck in the head with a large chair. I’m in the hospital now, but I seem to be improving.’‘Oh, no!‘ Brooke cried. ‘Have they done any tests to see if there’s any internal damage?‘‘Even better, Dr. Moore accepted. This in itself might not have been so strange,but it was what was in the room that took her breath away. A king sized bed was up against one wall, with metal head and footboards.The sheet over it was shiny and black, as were the pillows. Hanging from thelatticework throughout the room were chains and cuffs, and horizontal barswith attached cuffs. Along the wall at various intervals were winches and pulleysand rings were embedded in the rubber-tiled floor. This is some torture chamber;Jo thought. Apparently, the ritual had ended, and I was being escorted back to the bath tent I'd been in before so that my wounds might be tended.I finally spoke to the shaman, saying that for certain, there could be no sexual encounter greater than what I'd just experienced. He actually smiled at this, and told me that what I said was nearly true, but there was one experience which made this one pale.I pleaded to feel this greater encounter. He seemed reluctant. Apparently we had only finished the rising.