Ankyra Sound twelve-hundred people dead or left to die

Caiaphas' jaws parted, if only to soften the sour bile that had stung her tongue. She scowled as the bird flew upwards, shrieking scurilities into the blanching wind. She didn't really care for his repetitive insults, yet she had no rejoinder.

She eyed the pile mournfully, and slowly licked her lips. It was such a waste of a kidney. As the black-fringed bird fluttered overhead she hunched downwards, her gaze tracking his trajectory along the wind. Sneakily, she tried to scoff down the portion she had already expelled from her body -- only to find that it was equally unpleasant going down as it was going up the first time.

With a hiccup, she sat backwards -- hoping the sudden motion would allay her queasiness. Yet the notion was unproductive -- and once more Caiaphas regurgitated the slimy and vomit-covered kidney into the frozen sand.