Adam on the other hand, was not interested in catching the blood of Christ.  He was perfectly happy letting the blood drip to the ground and settle in it's own stagnant pool.  This is why the thought of working in the dump never bothered him.  

He and Google would play a mock version of Angry Birds in order to pass their time at the dump.  He would build fake buildings from the scrap metal and Adam would launch projectiles at it.  Google built the launcher from old tire inner tubes.  The villagers started watching and cheering when I would hit the target.  Most of the objects Google built were easy to hit, except for the "eagle".  Made out of homemade glue (probably toxic), chicken feathers, papers that definitely needed shredding and coat handers and radio wires.  

This was a particularly shifty target.  Adam always had difficulty adjusting for the wind direction and speed. (study wind patterns and temperatures).  Then one morning we arrived to find that the Eagle had landed on the ground.  We thought it just eventually grew unstable and gravity took it's course.  We prop pet it back up on it's mount and kept at it.  Neither myself nor Google could hit it.  Then it fell down again on the next day.  We couldn't understand it.  On the third day, it was still standing so we must have secured it correctly this time.  After our morning perimeter check we decided to have a little campfire coffee together.  I found three bags of unused coffee grounds and Google found a pot.  He made a stove with the rim of old HumV.  There was tons of lumber and leftover wood that KBR threw away after they built the base.  There was plenty of fire to go around.  It was always burning in the pits.  We sat close to the coffee so that we could take in the smell.  It killed the stench that was always around us.  

As we sat down to sip our coffee, we saw the shadow growing in front of us.  Then feathers flew all around us as the eagle landed.  We looked at it stunned.  It's head was missing, but more importantly we finally knew