The group moved slowly through the jungle. Jane seemed to appreciate JD's fanning abilities, which kept the nastier insects at bay.<br/><br/>The pair of prisoners marched sullenly along, silent until both of them came to a sudden stop. Ahead of you, in the jungle, was a wooden pole sticking out of the ground, rising to about twenty feet. It was made of dark wood and was inscribed with red and blue markings that zig-zagged from top to bottom. The reaction from the drug cartel thugs was immediate and strange: they were afraid.<br/><br/>The one whose face Athena had busted turned and waved his arm at the pole. "No go," he said, searching hard for the right English words. "Place bad. This mark, mark of Ramac."