Sacred land… or Tapu, as Maori put it.
This is a world where ritual and prayer is the only formidable respect that will pave our way. Respect of where we are standing. Respect for the events of the past. Respect for whatever immortal spirit waits for the ignorant.
For the ignorant, there is no turning back once tapu is broken. It can only bring about a fate that doesn’t hear ‘sorry’ there is no reverse, just the outcome of old.
And so…
Rua needs to do a run into the desert to pick up a car. No questions, don’t want to know if it’s dodgy. It’s a quiet understanding between Rua and his car man. It’s an expensive car so there will be a big pay at the end of the job.
Petree ís happy. He ís been included as the 2nd driver and I’ís a quick and easy earn. One day’s drive, then back home before night fall. But is that all that’s on Petree’s mind…
Rua knows Petree can be a loose cannon. He’s young, lippy, arrogant and impatient.
Once things don’t go according to plan, Petree reacts under the pressure of the job going wrong. But he’s confident because he’s still got his back up plan. Rua knows something is amiss, but calmly continues to play the cat and mouse game with Petree. What Petree is unaware of is exactly where they are, or more to the point, what land they are standing on and the secrets it holds.
