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bigfoot called Satan Tom Chatham through gravel in a rooster tail, leaving the Big
Thicket campsite. Understanding what he had just witnessed was not his primary focus.
Getting away from the danger was his priority. He never dreamed that bigfoot actually
existed, and now that he'd seen several he wasn't sure he wanted any more
of this bigfoot action. What he could see in the rear view mirror through
the dust he was kicking up were campers, the people who had trusted him
to have a bigfoot experience, filing into the road and watching him leave in
bewilderment. Some were waving their arms as if they wanted him to stop.
Thought that he thought he had their money and they had their bigfoot experience.
That's what they had paid for, right, No one could say that he
had cheated them. He didn't know where he was, so he flipped on
his GPS and found a way out of the wildlife area towards civilization, and
once he hit the blacktop, he pulled over and charted his route back to
his home state of New Jersey. First north to Woodville on two eighty seven,
and then east to anywhere other than Texas. Planning his route home from
there would be easier when he had calmed down. The image of the man
he had hired to hang up the speakers dangling in the squatch's giant hand last
night, dead and mangled and half eaten. Well, that sent shivers through
his spine. If that is what the sasquatch did to people, he didn't
want anything to do with them again. Chatham didn't feel remorse over Chet.
He was just a skinny, insignificant Texan who was in the wrong place at
the wrong time. Chatham's thoughts naturally drifted back to himself. Everything was about
him. The best part of the whole experience was that he hadn't been the
one dry humped or killed by the beast. Just get out of Texas,
he thought, and then he could sort things out in his mind. It
was closing in on midnight when he approached the south side of Birmingham, and
exhausted from the day and hungry and needing to fill his gas tank, he
exited Interstate twenty and got a room. After checking in, he opened the
trump to retrieve his bag and he remembered that he had left his camping gear
and his clothes behind at camp. With a deep sigh, he accepted that
as a small cost just to be out of Texas and spent much on the
camping gear and his clothes could be replaced in his room. He undressed and
showered, and then laid on the clean sheets, enjoying the chilled air from
the ac drifting over him. Without turning out the lights, he fell asleep.
His cell phone woke him ten minutes into what would have been a great
sleep. The ring jolted him so that when he answered, he sounded out
of breath. To Renee tends it she almost heard a hello through his breathing.
Where are you, Tom? She said, what where are you right
now? Well, I'm close to Birmingham, he said. When will you
be back in Jersey. We need to meet Roger and I want to talk
about that fiasco of the Bigfoot excursion. You've got a lot of explaining to
do, mister. Renee had been a pain in the ass throughout the planning
stages of the trip. With her and Roger living in the same state.
She had called Tom daily to ask questions and make sure he had everything covered
to everything had been covered. He had chosen the place based on the stories
that came out of the Big Thicket, and he had collected money from several
attendees. More families and couples had registered without paying, but it was a
matter of time before he collected all of it. He was shooting for a
one hundred thousand dollars event. But with all that settled, Tom had resolved
himself to the fact that some would have questions, and he was prepared to
answer them all. But he never counted on. Renee tends it. She
was tenacious. She was a bitch, a breathing, walking nightmare. Tom.
Are you there? She said? Tom had begun to drift off again.
Yes, Renee, I'm still here. What can I do for you?
In his ear, Tom hurt his email notification chime. He paid no
attention. That email you just got and you need to look at it.
Can I call you back, Renee? It's late and very tired, he
said. Okay, big boy, get your sleep, but I will expect
to call from you tomorrow early. Now. There's a video attached to that
email, and when you see it, you're gonna call me. Chatham laid
the phone on his nightstand and immediately went back to sleep. There was nothing
that bitch could have sent him that could be that important. He would find
out the next morning how wrong he was. Chatham thought he could make it
home, only stopping for gas and food. He was fourteen hours away,
but he could do that. Once home, he could rest for a while
and figure out what to do next. He wasn't in a hurry. The
money he had collected for the excursion into the Big Thicket would last a while
and give him plenty of time to plan something new. He checked his pockets
before leaving the room, making sure he had everything. His phone was in
his pocket. Fifteen new messages were highlighted as unread, and starting from the
top, he began to open them. When he opened the sixth, he
saw it was from Renee tends It, and he remembered her call that night
before. The message was call me when you've watched the video. He heard
it in her voice. He opened the video and watched. When the images
began moving, it looked as if the phone was being held by someone running.
Water splashed into the lens, but it didn't affect the operation of the
camera. He heard Renee's voice and breathing, and then he knew who had
shot the video. The camp site came into view and the image stabilized.
People were standing randomly about, but some were running past Renee. The phone
panned to the right and Chatham saw himself running toward his tent. He did
a loop around us camp site, looking as if he was confused. Then
he threw his hand up and sprinted toward his car. He got in the
driver's seat and he closed the door. Two men ran to the car and
they were yelling at him through his open window. The audio was good,
and he heard them saying that there were people still out in the woods where
the shooting had happened, and that they needed help to make sure that everyone
was accounted for. The camera moved to the driver's side window and his face
was clear. It was sweating in his double chin, jiggling as he shook
his head, and a panic terror in his eyes. He heard Renee's voice
scream at him, saying, are you leaving, Tom? What the hell
are you doing? They just killed every Sabbe person in the area. We
have to get evidence. Get out of the car, asshole. Chatham paused
the video, trying to remember any of what he was seeing on the video,
and from the minute he saw the creatures coming at them in the woods
until he had stopped to fill up with gas two hours later, all of
that was a complete blank. He dreaded watching the rest of the attachment,
but he started the video again. The camera panned back toward the woods and
captured several more figures running into camp. They were screaming in terror. Renee
left Chatham's car and she ran to the fleeing campers and met them near the
community camp fire. More than one voice said that others had been taken by
the Sasquatch and in jerky motions. The lens went back and forth to Chatham's
camp, but his car was gone. When it came into view again,
it was throwing gravel on several campers and fish tailing through the area, and
when it finally centered on the road that led out and disappeared behind a cloud
of dust, that piece of shit just left. He heard Renee's voice on
the audio. Gunshots could be heard echoing in the woods. The campers turned
to look at the noise. They were silent now. The only sounds were
from Renee's labored breathing in the camera, unsteady in her hand, continued to
film. Chatham tapped the pause button again, wishing that bitch would have not
had captured him on film. There was nothing he could do about that.
Now. He sat on the bed and tried his best to remember anything he
had just seen, until he decided that in his panic, he must have
mentally blacked out. He continued with the video, of which by the timeline
in read on his device showed that he was only halfway through watching. Campers
stood motionless and watching until two big men stepped from the woods into camp.
Each wore tactical vests and they carried big rifles. It was the hog hunters
who had walked into camp earlier in the day. The men Renee went ape
shit over for being there. It's all right, everyone, he heard the
man with the long hair and tattoos in a loud voice. There is no
danger. Now you might think about packing up and leaving. One man and
one woman ran to the man who had spoken. Chatham couldn't hear what they
were saying to the men until Renee jog closer to capture what was being said.
The last two hog hunters stepped from the woods onto the bank out of
the water. One of them was the man who had introduced himself as Steve
Lily, and another about the same size. By the time Renee got close
enough to pick up the audio, the campers had stopped speaking, and she
captured the discussion from the hog hunters. The largest man in the crew began
to speak, Steve, two of these people are missing. According to these
people right here, they say they saw two squatches grab one each and drag
them into the woods. Looks like they ran that way. Lewis pointed to
the south, where Bryan and Steve had approached the kill zone earlier. Steve
looked at Louis in astonishment. Lewis replied to his facial expression with looks like
we missed two of them. Okay, Lewis said Steve Lily. We gotta
go get them. If they went south, then there's water on three sides
of that area. They won't cross the water, so we're gonna spread out
and push them. I don't see any other way to you. We need
to move fast before they double back and slip past us to the north.
Now, look this area right here, it's not wide, So Brian,
you take the right flank You're in better shape than the rest of us,
so you can run it, Hook, can I'll go right up the middle
and Louis will hold a left flank. Now, Brian, let us know.
When you hit the river, we'll start to drive. Then I'm gone,
said Brian, and he turned and blasted off into the swamp. Again.
Let's go, said Hook. The three remaining squatch killers walked into the
woods behind Brian. Can you get to them? A voice could be heard
in the audio of the video that Chatham was watching as the camera recorded him
in disappear into thick undergrowth. A deep voice from the distance said, we're
going to give it hell. The video ended and Chatham stood up beside the
bed. He was finished in the Bigfoot scamming game. If anyone saw this
footage, he would be the asshole of the month. It would be shown
all over the internet and it might even go viral. And if the hunters
had not been able to retrieve the missing campers, he wondered what the repercussions
from that would be. Could he be held responsible for taking people into the
woods as a guide and then leaving them to die. There was no way
to know what the laws were on that if he were honest with himself,
he would have admitted that he didn't give a shit about those people. He
didn't even know their names. As long as it didn't blow back on him,
he would be fine. The money was in the bank and that was
the of the plan anyway. Waiting would be the hardest part, but he
could do that. Chatham walked to his car, his confidence returning, and
he headed north toward home. One Rodriguez had watched the mayhem as it unfolded.
The bounty hunters had done their job, and everyone thought the campers were
safe until the group Chatham had led to the south had returned and reported that
a husband and wife had been taken by the creatures. His stomach soured at
the thought of what could be happening to those poor people at that very moment.
His thoughts were interrupted when the team emerged from the thicket. It appeared
they had a plan to go in and get the lost campers. Complete despair
turned to hope when he heard the hunters devise a plan. If anyone could
get this done, Steve Lily's team could do it. Before the team left
the area in pursuit of the couple, one asked Steve if he could help.
Did he need another hand in the hut? Lily asked him to stay
with the campers and to help them pack and leave, but most of all,
keep any of them from coming into the woods. He said, bullets
would be flying, plus there was a chance someone else could be taken,
and apparently the team had missed two squatches in the woods, there could be
more. At that point, Wine broke off the conversation and began helping folks
load their cars. They needed to evacuate the area and do it fast.
After helping a few load up and get them on their way, he dolled
the organization on his satellite phone and briefed his bosses on the situation. Finished
with his update, one began to ask questions, how did they miss those
two creatures? He said, don't these guys have real time feeds on their
satellite. We missed him as well, said the agent. We have the
same feed that the team does. We all missed the creatures. The best
we can gather is that they're underground. If they were above ground, we
would get a signature, but even now we can't see them. Our fear
is that they've taken the couple underground with them, and we've been tracking the
crew. We are aware and proceeding accordingly. How's the evacuation going. There
are only three vehicles still here, said one. Everyone else's left. The
last should be leaving in a minute. Well except for one couple that will
not listen to me. She's a stubborn one. Yeah, that's the Tensit
couple. One. Forget about them. If they want to stay, you
can't force them to go. I need you to hang around and be there
in case the team needs you, said the voice of the agent. I'll
be the last one out, Sir, said one. I had no doubt
you'd say that. Excellent work. I give us a sit rep if anything
major happens. Otherwise, I'll expect your written report next week. The agent
broke the connection. One walked to the two families he knew would be leaving,
and he said goodbye. He then walked to the edge of the woods
and waited for the team. He expected shooting to begin at any moment.
The team had not walked far on their drive, and within thirty minutes,
Bryant had located the squatches. One squatch could see him, and he could
see the beast, and neither made a move. Bryant clicked his mic and
reported to the team. You guys approached slowly, He said into his mike.
Now I can't move, and when you find me, stay back.
They're underground. I can see the hostages and they appear to be alive.
Now this is going to be tricky, Fellas. Bryant had walked slowly,
creeping along like he was back in Afghanistan, placing his feet carefully as if
he were avoiding IEDs, scanning the ground and the trees as he went.
He had not seen movement from wildlife, much less a squatch. There had
been a large tree blown down by a storm. He made the decision to
crawl over the massive trunk instead of skirting around the mountain of a root wad
or the upper end of the tree. And when he dropped from the trunk
a few feet above the pool of water, he tried to be as quiet
as possible, but nothing can suppress the sound of a man's boots hitting water.
It was a sacrifice he made in the moment to keep moving forward.
No sign of life meant that that was a decent gamble. But when he
hit the ground, he saw it move. He was so well camouflaged in
the leaves and mud that had it not moved, he might have stepped on
the creature's head just in front of him, maybe thirty yards ahead, where
the eyes of one of those creatures. He didn't dare make eye contact with
the beasts. He looked slightly to the left, and he called the team
on their calms. Soon he saw a movement to his left. It was
one of the team. He wasn't sure which one. Look at me,
Bryant, it was Hook's voice. Look over here at me, brother,
don't act like you know they're there. Can you see them? Said Bryant,
Not yet, but I know what's happening. Now move your head my
way so you can see me. Bryant did his. Hook said, I'll
tell me what you got, said Hook. I see one set of eyes
lowing the leaves. He's not laying prone. He's in a hole. It
looks like I can see bright colors. It's the missing people. It's their
clothing. They're moving, but they're not making any noise. It's a good
sign they're alive. I agree, said Hook. That's a damn good catch.
They were waiting for you. You happen to see them just in time.
Man, if you'd walk a little further, they were going to ambush
you. They're waiting for you to get close. Look, we've seen this
a few times, so just hold your position until Steven Lewis get here.
It'll be just a minute, and then I'm going to tell you what to
do. I think this would be fun, brothers, so get ready.
As nervous as bright was, he grinned at Hook's last words. He repeated
the words in a whisper to keep his spirits up. Make it fun,
he thought, Make it fun. Lewis and Steve now stood behind hohok.
They had heard the chatter and they knew what to do. After the plan
was relayed, Steve and Lewis moved around in front of Brian. They put
distance between them and were approaching the squatch hide from behind. Okay, Brian,
start talking in your regular voice and move to your right a few steps.
We need him to focus on you while we get into position. When
I give you the word, I want you to take a few steps toward
the hide are We're going to get him coming after you, and the three
of us will take him down. Now, they're probably gonna come at you
and that fucking spider crawl. Don't flinch. Take one out if you can,
and remember we can't see him yet, but when they come out,
we will. Are you ready? Hook's voice was the most calming part of
the exchange. Brian thought Hook would have been a good officer in a combat
situation. The dude never seemed rattle. I'm ready, But what about the
people in the hole? What about the other squatch? I only see one.
He's probably in that hole with the other one. And they won't bother
with the hostages while they're coming at you, said Steve. They're just looking
for an easy meal. Now we're all set up, start moving bright.
All right, here we go, said Brian. Brian had flipped off his
safety when he noticed the squatch watching him from the hole. He raised his
rifle and got the squatch his eyes at his scope, and then he stepped
forward one step. He didn't expect the creature to blast out of the hole
when it did. He had only taken one step, but leaves erupted from
the ground as the giant beast crawled out of the hole. Was speed Brant
did not comprehend with any other animal in the forest. He had time to
line up his shot and squeeze the trigger, but the squatch was faster than
he anticipated. Even so, when he felt a slight recoil into his shoulder
from the three two two three rounds, he knew he was on. The
creature was dead from the three rounds to the head, and then he piled
up on top of Briant. Luckily, the momentum of the squatch carried over
and passed Bryant so that he wasn't lying under the five hundred pound lump of
snotty, shit stained excuse for wildlife. He rolled back up to his feet
in a flash, and he put three more rounds into the bottom round endomly,
just because he hated this thing. He had fifteen rounds left in his
bag. He turned to engage the rush from squatch number two. But it
never came. That happened faster than I expected, said Bryant, out of
breath. Hook should have told you not to raise your rifle. You can
blame him for everything, Steve said, laughing into his mike. That's funny,
Steve, But where's number two? Hook was looking around with his rifle
ready to fire. The threat that no one could see four bounty hunters stood
still, rifles raised, looking over their scopes, watching for movement, any
movement. The woods were eerily quiet, except for the woman in the hole
crying for joy at or freedom. Ma'am, Please stay where you are until
we know it's safe up here. Can you do that for us, Bryant
said, still panting the woods for the next charge. I got him,
said Lewis. Hook. He's the oak tree to your right. He's right
straight above you. Hook didn't move. He knew if Lewis saw the tree
beast, then he had him in his scope. The creature had been looking
straight down, apparently about to jump onto Hook when Lewis started shooting. Steve
backed up Lewis's shots. Here comes Hook move. Hook was only able to
take three long strides straight ahead before the several hundred pounds sack of guts and
bones hit the ground, blowing water, mud, and other forests to bree
into the air and all over. Hook limbs followed for a minute and crashed
to the ground, one and three at a time, and they broke into
pieces of shrapnel and exploded into the air. The woods were finally quiet.
I love watching those fuckers hit limbs when they fall, said Steve. Do
you see how many times he bounced off those limbs. That's the best one
yet, lewis damn good shooting brother. Did anyone bring a towel? Said
Hut, are we clear? Asked Bryan, Where clear? Cried Steve,
Go check on those people. Renee tends it. Sat on her back porch
overlooking the pool and guest house at her estate. She was watching the videos
she had taken but didn't send to Chatham. Unlike the videos she had taken
earlier, this image was stable. She had stood stationary while she held her
phone. She watched the edge of the tree line and the makeshift campground.
The dark skinned man was the only camper left, and he stood with his
back to her at the edge of the woods. Shots rang out several rifle
blasts that echoed throughout the flat area. The Mexican man walked forward and into
the trees, maybe trying to see better, she thought. Four or six
more blasts from fifels echoed, and then it was quiet again, and the
Mexican one, Rodriguez, stayed put. Eventually, the four hunters walked into
the clearing and into the afternoon sun. Two dirty and tired looking individuals walked
among them. The mail was limping from an injury he may have endured at
the hands of the Sabe people, she thought. Renee was sure she hadn't
met the two. Silently, she wondered if the squatches had dry hump that
woman or the man for that matter, as they had done to her earlier
that morning. Renee could still feel that creature's legs locked around her waist and
filled the snot dripping onto her face and hands. She had started the day
seeking a mystic experience with the enigmatic Sabe people, as some YouTuber had begun
calling them. Chatham had picked the words Sabe up from this video maker who
had a bigger following than he had, and he had used the word with
great success. Chatham claimed the word had been given to him to use by
the creatures themselves. Renee had heard the word a year before Chatham began using
it in his excursion promotional videos, and knew he hadn't gotten the word that
way. Some said the word was from an ancient Native American language, but
they could never get the tribe straight. She wondered if the word was even
used by anyone other than the most orthodox followers, or was it made up
to satisfy the hunger of the devout Bigfoot community, to make the subject even
more mystic than it was. Throughout the last twenty four hours, Renee tends
it had figured the Bigfoot game out. It was a bit like studio wrestling.
It was all fake, but everyone behaved like it was real. What
the hoaxers and scammers didn't know was that the creatures were real, and they
were not the cuddly, qualitized animals that fed the mysticism and held the attention
of the people who followed the topic and were self proclaimed experts on the creatures
but never left their sofa. She had bought it Lyne and Sinker, and
that meant there were still hundreds, maybe thousands, of those who still thought
that way. Some of those people had money, and Renee made the decision
right then that she would never be prey again. She was now a predator,
and if Chatham, that fat ass idiot, could scam all the couples
she saw following him a few days ago, she could do it too.
She looked back at her screen, and she watched the men in the video
talk among themselves, and that Mexican man they had journed their meeting, and
they spread out, one walking toward her. You need some help loading your
car, ma'am, said the big man with tattoos and long hair. No,
thank you, My husband has loaded the car. I want to to
stay and make sure the couple made it back safe, Renee lied. The
man stopped and looked at her with an odd expression. She knew he was
confused. She was now acting like a normal human being, nothing like the
rabid maniac she had projected while in the woods earlier that day. The man
walked away and helped them remaining campers load and leave. The Renee thought she
turned the video recording device off at that moment before walking to her car,
but she hadn't, and she watched the video. The screen was blank,
but the audio was clear. She fully expected to drop in the driver's seat
and leave, but as she approached, she saw that their camp was still
set up. The tent and their bags and cooking gear. Pretty much everything
they had brought was where it was that morning. I thought, I told
you to load this fucking stuff up, she screamed at Roger, who was
sitting in a long chair fiddling with a smart phone. Why Roger tried to
say, but she cut him off. Get your ass out of that chair
and load this shit. We need to go. Do you think you can
do that without me telling you every move to make Roger didn't respond, and
all that was left of the video was their last words before pulling away from
the Big thicket. Do you want me to drive? Dear? It was
Roger's voice. Do I ever let you drive? Get in the car,
idiot? The video then started over. She knew it was done. She
closed the app and pulled up her contacts, and then she called Chatham.
Did you watch the video I sent you? Tom? Yes, Renee,
what about it? Said Chatham? You didn't know there were creatures really there?
Did you? She asked, Well, of course I did. He
said, if you're warning a refund, you can forget that. You paid
for a squatch experiences and you got one. I held up my in to
the deal. No, no, you didn't. I don't think you've ever
seen a squatch or even believe they were real. All that bullshit about sham
of Bobo and the Sabe people and being invited to the birth of twin squatches,
that's all a scam. This was just a way for you to make
money. You never counted on real creatures being there. She said, well,
you'll have to prove all this, and you have no proof of anything,
Chatham said. Renee detected a weakening on his end. I have proof
of that video of you running scared like a woman. If I decided to
share this video, no one will ever pay you a penny again to go
on one of your stupid outings. You're ruined. Tom Renee waited for him
to speak. It took him in it, but he finally did. What
do you want? He asked. I want you to plan another weekend like
you did at the Big Thicket, but this time we're going to lure more
people in than you did this weekend, and then you're gonna cut me in
for half the money. We're gonna be partners, and we'll run this scam
as many times as we can until we can't. Now, I know you
made close to one hundred thousand dollars this weekend alone. That's only a fraction
of what we can make if we do this right. Chatham was silent.
His mind was racing. Could this work? He thought. He wasn't sure
how he could increase the number of paying customers, but if she had ideas,
he was open to that. Having a partner didn't sound appealing, but
if they could double their income, well, then for him, the gig
would just perpetuate itself. It wouldn't cost him anything. Plus, she would
keep the video on her computer, off the Internet, and in reality,
Chatham didn't give a damn if that video got out. His reputation was his
last concern. He'd been scamming folks all his life, and he could think
up a new game any time he wanted. He just needed time. But
this deal kept the big Foot gig going and would save him from changing his
game. That usually took time and money, so this was a good deal.
He would let her think he cared about the video and that she had
him on his heels. He would let her think she was the predator.
If you swear to me that video never hits the internet, he said,
I'll do this. I'll do a little research and start planning the next camp
out. Renee said, I'll be in touch next time. We need to
make sure there are no Sabbeys in the area. After the call, Renee
tends it, screamed to her husband Roger to mix her a damned bloody Mary,
and something dropped to the floor in the room that he was sitting in.
She heard it all the way outside. Apparently she scared the ship out
of Roger. When she's screened, she loved doing that. She opened her
laptop, produced a pad and a pen, and prepared to make notes.
If this worked, and she had no doubt that it would work, she
could organize several excursions each year, but the first priority was to choose a
place that she was sure had no bigfoots. Two years later, in the
conference room of the offices where the organization conducted business. The organization formed by
the Department of Fishing Wildlife only a few years before, agents sat around a
table discussing ongoing cases. In the intel they were gathering in various locations around
the continental United States. They kept falls on various sasquatched clans where they knew
they existed. In the beginning, the team had constant and traded on the
Pacific Northwest. It was an area they assumed would be the most productive due
to the hundreds of reports of the encounters, But as the group learned,
the animals inhabited many other places away from that area and within a year,
and to the surprise of them all, the Pacific Northwest would become the area
where they were least concerned. The animals did inhabit the forested areas of that
region, but they were mostly solitary and they didn't clan up like the beasts
in other areas they found. The southeast region of the country held the clannish
and vicious subspecies of bigfoot. Half of the organization monitored that area, leaving
the other three quarters of the landmass to the rest of the team. The
chatter in the meeting had been less than usual, as each group handling specific
regions of the nation brief the others and their boss on the activity they had
gathered the previous week. There were several clans being monitored throughout the areas,
but there had been little contact with humans. The northeast, the northwest,
and the southwest had given their reports. Agent Blue was relieved to know that
they weren't dealing with pressing issues or a crisis in those areas at the moment.
It was a rare time in his career. He looked over to the
team that monitored the southeastern region. There was more activity as usual, but
even in that area things were eerily quiet. I don't have to tell you
that this is good news, said Agent Blue. I don't remember one time
since we put this team together that we didn't have an urgent matter. Good
work everyone. We might just have a slow week on our hands. He
tucked his chin into his chest and exhale a cleansing breath before he asked the
next question, Let's hear an update on Predator X. Predator X was a
case being followed by the Southeast team. They had been monitoring and trying to
locate this particular creature for months. Some of the team had started calling Predator
X Satan due to his size and his grotesque appearance. No one on the
teams had seen the beast, but there was one photograph taken from a satellite
three hundred miles above the earth. It was the same imaging technology used by
the military to gather intelligence on targets all around the world. It was sophisticated
and could capture the details of a man's face and, in this case,
a sasquatch's face. The creature was estimated to be over ten feet tall,
and there was no way to guess its weight, but some set a thousand
pounds minimum. It was a solitary mail and it was always on the move.
The technology used by the group was good, but it could not track
a heat source constantly. They could find the creature one day and it would
van the next. So far, they had twelve hits on this beast,
and all in places so far from the next that the team's wondered if it
was even the same creature. However, it was confirmed with a second image
taken three months after and over four hundred miles away from the first. The
physical stature and facial features were identical. This was the same beast. We
haven't produced a hit on him in two weeks, Sir said Agent Red.
However, I ask an old co worker from another agency to enter data that
we have on Predator X and the CIA's artificial intelligence of locating software. The
software has produced a pattern that we will verify in the next two days.
In other words, if X shows up in a specific area and we can
confirm it, then we can predict where he will go and we can intercept
him down the line. We'll need to get lucky. I will let you
know if we get the satellite hit. If it happens at that point,
we can deplore either our in house killed team or our contractors. Well,
I have to admit that X is unpredictable. He shows up and we track
him for six or eight hours, and then his signature disappears. Just two
weeks ago, I personally followed him for twelve hours. I left work that
day and I toggled the tracking software and I expected the next morning to see
him on the screen. But once again he had vanished into thin air,
so to speak. The only thing we can assume is that he goes underground
for a period of time every so often to sleep. We need to find
him and take him out. And although we can't verify that he has been
a danger to humans, we did watch him take down a massive mail deer
a few months ago. Let's just say we don't need creatures like that roaming
the forests of North America, even for a predator on prey kill. It
was discus. Agent Blue stared at the file in front of him. He
flipped page after page, once again taking in the information he was reading and
seeing. He lifted his eyes to the Southeastern team. We need to kill
them all. I think we are killing them faster than they can breed.
So we are making progress. It's the resources we need, not funding,
but personnel. We have one in house kill squad in three sets contractors.
At this rate, we might have them exterminated in twenty years, and that's
assuming we find them all read. If you get a hit on Predator X,
we need to make your plan a priority. I want to know the
minute you can confirm you have him and that his travel routes follow a pattern.
I need you to line out a plan of action and who you will
send a take out Satan. This will need to move fast, sir.
The Lily team and our in house team will need to cooperate together on this
one. I have a bad sense about this creature, said Red. Her
eyes seared into Blue. Well it's your call, said Blue. Keep me
posted. If there's nothing else, Let's get back to work. I'd like
to accomplish our mission in less than twenty years if we can, so let's
stay with it. Good work. Everyone. Blue left the conference room,
and when he was out of air shot, the chatter picked up. With
the wealth of knowledge and experience together in one place, they began exchanging ideas
and theories on Satan's movements and how best to hunt this creature. Blue noted
an hour later that the teams were still gathered around the conference table hashing out
ideas, and they were all in good spirits. He was proud of the
scroup. They knew the stakes. Not a soul in the conference room wanted
the creature alive one minute longer than necessary. Steve Lily and Isabel Garza crept
through the ditches and banks of the Forkadeer River bottoms near Jackson, Tennessee.
They were close enough to the city they could hear traffic passing on I forty,
but that's not where they had started. Isabel estimated they had walked four
maybe five miles through the wet, sandy terrain that made up the Forkadeer water
system. A lone female squats was running from them. Two hours before.
Steve had walked up on the nest, expecting to engage more than one creature,
but the female was the sole inhabitant. She jumped and ran before he
could get a shot off. Steve and Isabel got right on her trail,
and she was following the river channel on the north bank. At one point
she ran out of woods and they got a visual of her loping through a
cot and field that had just been planted. The shot was too long for
the ar ten. If they would have popped around or two off, it
would have pushed her even farther. And at this point they were tired and
ready to get this one over with. Walking through the water, the soft
soil and avoiding cotton mouse was not their idea of fun. They would wait
and let her stop and then sneak in on her to get a shot.
Red had called earlier in the day and explained that weeks before she had picked
up talk on social media of a creature encounter by turkey hunters. The organization
had scanned the area a few times and gotten four heat signatures of squatches inhabiting
the area. It was not a consistent group that stayed together, because each
time they would check they would see a different number of animals, but never
more than four. It was not a family or a solid clan. Steve
had seen Isabel with his guys early, so he told Red that he would
get on it that day, that it looked like a two man job,
and since it was Saturday, they would leave immediately and hunt the animals.
Steve loaded his gear in his diesel and swung by and picked up Isabel,
who was surprised the job had materialized that fast, and they headed straight east
on I forty and were there in an hour and a half. The intel
was sketchy and they didn't know how many creatures they would be dealing with,
but since there were four or less, he and Isabel were sure they could
get it done that day. Red made sure that they knew that this was
not a problem clan and they could get to it when they had time available.
But the Memphis team liked making money. They had a day off,
nothing pressing to do, so the timing was perfect. They waited at the
edge of the field for thirty minutes, given the she squats time to settle
down and stop running. They had no way to know how far she had
gone into the at your woods, but these things leave big tracks and damage
when they're running. Wherever she was, she would be easy to track.
You think you can get on the other side of that levy, Isabel,
and stay parallel with me while I walk on her track, way, said
Steve. You ah, no problem, he said. She won't go toward
that water more than likely, but she might if you were there. If
she did it'll save us an hour or tracking. It'll be darking two hours,
and I want to get this done before then, said Steve. I'm
on it, Steve, said Isabel, and he backed deeper into the woods
and then jogged toward the river. From there he would get on the other
side of the field Levy, and he would travel conceal the she squatch would
never know he was there. Steve was approaching the trees when he heard her
rustle and a tangle of vines that line the edge of the field. She's
right in front of me. Let me know if you have a line of
sight between me and that big patch of honeysuckle growing on that old gate,
said Steve into his might. Steve, can you not see her, said
Isabel. She's right there behind the gate, bear facing you, Matt,
I don't see nothing. Do you have a shot? Let me range her.
Let's see she's at one hundred and twenty seven yards. I think I
can make that shot with this rifle. So get ready, though, said
Isabel. Steve began walking faster to the old gate. He still couldn't see
the squatch, but he figured that he would in a minute. See if
you can hit her, send her mask. Brother, that'll get her moving.
Go ahead and take the shot, he said into the MC Steve heard
the bullets whizz in midflight. He was twenty five yards from the gate.
The unmistakable sound of a thirty caliber round hitting flesh was next. The she
squatches charge at him was next as well, and both men began firing until
the beasts lay ten yards in front of Steve. Steve exhaled and allowed his
heart to begin his storm or rhythm, and then he looked over to see
Isabel walking in the dry black soil toward him at a leisured pace. By
the time Isabel made it to the kill sit, Steve had removed the head
and had it strapped to his pack. Let's go, said Steve. Damned
good shot, by the way, I could have made a head shot,
said Isabel. But your plan was better. She has a small head.
I could have missed. She does have a small head, said Steve.
It's the lightest one I've carried. Do you remember how to get out o
here? We got an hour before dark and I want to be out o
here before then, in case the other three show up. Isabel stopped in
the field and produced his smartphone. And looked at Google Maps. If we
walk a half a mile north, we'll hit the gravel road. Your truck
is three miles away on the road. Ay, let's do that, said
Steve. Something about this tells me others are still out there. I don't
want to deal with them in the dark. Hey, there's a good barbecue
place I know about in Jackson. It's on me. What do you say?
After they had gorged themselves on pulled pork, they left the small pit
barbecue and we're on I forty back toward Mephis Steve's phone rang. Agent Red
started speaking, Hi, Steve, sounds like you're driving. Will you call
me back when you're not behind the wheel. We have a situation and I
need to talk to you. She said, When are you coming down to
see me? Agent Red? Steve, just call me when you can talk,
and she dropped the call. Damn, must be serious, Steve said
to Isabel. Usually I can get her talking. What do you think she
looks like? I think she's tired of that shit, man, said Isabel.
But maybe she's playing hard to get. Maybe she has serious business on
her mind. Isabel raised his hands. Maybe I shout out a ball on
piano last night, right out of my as. What the hell are you
talking about, Isabel? You're married. You aren't in the chase like me.
Now, I know these women. You just give it time. I'll
get her attention. I don't think so, man, said Isabel. The
conversation went back to the hunt. That day, Steve dropped Isabel off at
his car in the trailer park. You might want to stick around, brother,
I feel like she may want us on the job right away. Drive
on over and hang out while I call her back. All right, I'll
be there in ten minutes. I need to talk to my guys for a
minute. Steve pulled into his driveway. He got out, and he dropped
the she squatch head into his boat and covered the bloody cloth sack with a
tarp. Opening the back door of his house, he was clawbered with his
dog, Lily, and when he regained his balance, Lily bolted off the
porch and ran straight to his neighbor's trailer. Angela was standing on her small
porch. She had walked out when she saw Steve's truck pull in. Lily
ran laps around Angela and then back to Steve, and then back to Angela.
I thought i'd walk over and give her a rest, said Angela.
Have you eaten yet? It was eight o'clock. Angela had been waiting on
Steve so that she could ask him to eat with her. It had been
warming on the stove since five o'clock. Isabel and I ate about an hour
ago. But what do you have? Steve said, while he was raising
and lowering his eyebrows. What does that matter? I need to make a
phone call, said Steve. I don't know how long i'll be. Isabel's
coming over to Do you have enough for three? Well, of course I
do, Steve. Y'all come on over. I'll set the table. Steve
walked inside and Lily went with Angela agent read What do you have for us?
Steve said into his phone. Hi, Steve, We're going to need
you somewhere up around the Hatchee River bottoms, maybe Haywood County around Thursday.
I'll send the coordinates. There is a solitary male squats that we've been tracking.
We think he's going to be coming through the Hatchee Wetlands either Friday or
Saturday. Now, this one is a traveler, He's always moving. Once
he shows up, we'll track him for you and send the fee to your
handheld monitors. We haven't seen one like him in all the years we've been
hunting these creatures. We'll need your whole team, calling anyone you can find
a help. I know you've had a couple help you in the past.
In addition, we will have our in house team there as well. Everything
will be in the folder on your laptop. Wait a minute, I don't
like the idea of your team being in the woods with my team. Somebody
might get hurt. We can handle one squatch. Hell, we just went
today and took out the one with just two men. Nope, we don't
need your team, said Steve. Listen, you need to read the files.
Will have you on a conference call at ten am Monday. It is
important that you work with us on this when now. Trust me, when
you read the files, you'll know why. Well, this sounds like a
shit show to me. But I'll read the files tonight. I'm telling you
now, Red, if I don't see the need for your guys going with
us, I'm gonna say so. Well that's fair enough. Steve, be
somewhere with a solid internet connection with your laptop around ten am Monday. You
got that. Yep, said Steve, any chance you'll be coming with them?
Red disconnected the line. This must be serious, or she'd be joking
around with me, Steve thought. Steve walked over to Angela's. Her door
stood open. Lillie and Angela's German shepherd perked their heads up off the couch
when Steve walked in the door. Isabel pulled in just then. Oh Steve,
you need me, he said, yelling out his passenger side window.
Do you want to eat? Angela yelled back, Oh no, thank you,
Isabel said, I just talked to my wife. She has pizza being
delivered. It's a movie night with the kids. I don't want to miss
that. Okay, Well then you'd better get home, said Angela. Isabel,
I'll call you tomorrow. We got a job next weekend. Don't make
any plans, said Steve from Angela's front porch. Isabel waved and backed away
from the trailer and exited the trailer. Part looks like it's just you and
me, Angela said. She had a look. It was a sly grin.
Steve had never seen it before. Steve and Angela had been neighbors and
friends for four years. They got along well and never a misunderstanding or a
conflict. Steve thought she was very pretty. She was the same age as
him, and there had been a few moments where he thought it would be
nice to have some companionship, but it was soon quashed by the thought of
what he did for a living and his work schedule. Steve Lily never pictured
himself as a relationship sort of man, and he pushed the thoughts down and
sat down at Angela's table. But still there was that smile he gave him
butterflies. She stopped looking at him and brought the food to the table,
and Steve squirmed a bit in his chair, but then settled down to eat.
The conversation was good, and he was extra full when he got up
from the table. It was a second meal he had had in three hours.
Angela walked Steve out to her porch. The late spring evening was warm
and the smell of cut grass hung in the air, and the sky was
clear. As she looked at the few stars that she could see against the
mephist city light pollution. Steve was talking about something, but she wasn't listening,
and then she did it. Angela leaned over and kissed Steve on his
cheek. I'm glad you liked my cooking. Thanks for being so sweet to
me, she said. Steve didn't think much of the peck on his cheek.
She had kissed his cheek and her friendly way before, but she held
him there a few seconds longer than usual with her hand cupped over his face.
It was sort of a double peck. Do that again, he said,
Do what? Kiss your cheek? Yeah, that felt nice. Lily
leaned his head sideways toward her, and she kissed him again. I could
get used to that, he said. He walked off the porch and straight
to his trailer. Before he walked in the back door, he looked toward
Angela's house. She was standing on her front porch where he left, her
arms crossed and her head tilted slightly to the side, as if she were
waiting on him to say or do something. He held his hand up for
a second and looked at her a little longer than he normally would, and
then he walked into his house with Lily in bed. Later, with Lily's
paw in his face, Steve fell asleep thinking about Angela and her hand on
his face. Wine Rodriguez read through his emails. While taking in the aroma
of his specialty coffee, wand left for the Columbian beans grown in his home
country. Every morning. It was the only time of day he smoked a
cigarette. He had picked up the habit in his younger years, and some
habits, no matter the effect on his health, were not worth breaking.
After the incident in the Big Thicket, Wane's cover had not been blown.
He was the organization's eyes in the field. Wane traveled quite a bit,
and he enjoyed that part of his job. He was single and had no
children, and that made it easy He could leave anytime he was needed.
One attended no less than twenty Bigfoot dog Men in UFO conferences each year,
and in addition to that, he was a member of every social media organization
on these topics. His favorite thing to do was to join the campouts and
excursions put on by these groups. He was away from home more than half
of the year. Through the previous three years, Rodriguez had become a familiar
face to the Bigfoot topic followers, at least to those who went deeper than
the regular arm chair expert. He had made good friends and was accepted into
the cult. He was well liked due to the fact that he was not
allowed mouth. He was not a no at all. Like many who operated
and joined these groups, Wine found that those who went simply out of curiosity
were the likable people who had sincere interest in the subject. The other half
he hated. But if this mission had been to monitor and other intel on
remote control car enthusiasts, there were always those annoying people who would never shut
their mouth, belittle those who knew less or just didn't have the enthusiasm.
The hardcore bigfooters had one and watched everything and kept his mouth shut. He
was there to do a job. On this day, he was on a
rare visit to his own apartment in Saint Louis, Missouri, his adopted hometown.
The summer heat was keeping the campouts and excursions to a minimum. He
had a week at home before heading to a conference in Dallas. His plan
was to spend the week doing nothing but washing clothes and catching up on his
Netflix series and eating from his kitchen in lieu of the restaurant food he ate
nine months out of the year. The email that caught his eye was from
Tom Chatham after the Big Thicket incident Chatham disappeared for several months, and he
jumped back into game. It appeared he had a partner in Renee Tensit,
and throughout the previous eighteen months, Tensit and Chatham organized and carried out seven
excursions. They were now charging sixty five hundred dollars per person or family.
Their little scam was growing in Rodriguez guests. They were now pulling down between
one hundred and fifty and two hundred k per trip. It was a good
racket they had going, and one almost admired their ingenuity and sense of capitalism.
In his mind, there were creatures to be heard or seen, and
if you saw or heard one, it was a life changing experience. He
knew that none of it was made believe. But the places they had carried
out their week end tours had no sasquatch in the area. Wine reported each
planned expedition he could find to the organization, and the areas would be scanned
for the week building up to the happy camper's arrival, and not once in
eighteen months had there been a sasquatch within five hundred miles of the places that
Chatham intends it had arranged for their SABE experiences for the gullible public. After
reading the group email, one wondered if it was even worth his time to
report the upcoming camp out to his handlers. But his job was together intel,
real time solid intel on everything sasquatch in the nation, so he forwarded
the information onto the agency. After sending his email, he looked back at
the group message. In a bold, highlighted font he read experience the SABE
people up close and personal, and below the main text of the email were
several links to videos showing people a gast and elated while on various trips with
the scammers. At hearing the recordings blast from the forest beyond the noises sounded
nothing like the beast Wand had encountered, but the people didn't know that.
After each video was a testimony from either Tensit or Chatham making their sales pitch
to the clapping seals. Rodriguez laughed while shaking his head. He had handed
to the pair. They were bold. He flipped the monitor down on his
laptop, walked to the washing machine, and he transferred a load of clothes
into his dryer. The four men who made up the Memphis Bounding hunting team
sat in chairs in a plush office in midtown Memphis. The building was the
headquarters for the MC Club, of which Hook Johnson was a member. According
to Steve, they needed everyone there a place large enough to hold all the
men so that they could see the screen, and it had to have a
good Internet connection. The president of the club let them use his office for
the meeting. Now out front was a fully stocked bar, and they heard
muffled music playing through the walls. Does this place ever close? Asked Lewis,
sometimes said Hook, I don't hang out here much these days. It
gets kind of rowdy. I think I've outgrown it. In front of the
big executive desk, an eighty five inch monitor was mounted to the wall.
Steve logged onto the wireless network, while Hook connected the HDMI cable to the
television and plugged in a webcam, which he sat on a cardenza under the
monitor so that whomever they were meeting with could see all four men. Then
each man pulled a chair into the middle of the room and watched the screen
come to life. The image on the screen showed the desktop of the laptop
Steve kept for the missions and for communication with the agency. One icon blinked
in the center of the desktop. No other folders or apps were visible where
a few minutes early. How about we looked through the file, said Steve.
The crew spent fifteen minutes reading each document they saw on the screen.
The last two images were of a map of the southeastern United States showing a
red line that seemed to follow a never ending pattern, and the last a
photo of something taken from three hundred miles above the earth. No one in
the room spoke until the photo had been on the screen for a minute.
That motherfucker's huge boys said hook. What's going on with his face? Asked
Lewis. That doesn't look like anything we've dealt with before. Steve zoomed in
on the image. The face was wrong. Every squatch they had taken over
the years had looked different but the same, just as human looked generally the
same. But each one is different. But this thing looked like a different
animal altogether. Zooming in again seemed to distort the image. Steve readjusted it
to normal size. Again, Well, that thing looks like a squatch we
killed down in Klahoma County a few years back, said Steve. You know
that job we went on where we found Jimmy Rayburn still alive. This one
has a snout like that one did. Are those teeth? I'mseening fangs is
more like it. That was a slick move, pitching that grenade in his
hand, Steve said Lewis. Steve didn't reply. He seemed to the others
to be transfixed on the screen. An uneasy cloud drifted into the room.
The team had never seen or even heard of a beast thus large and is
menacing in appearance. The monitor on the wall went blank for a few seconds
when an image returned. It was a woman. She was working on a
connection on her end by moving her mouse around and on her keyboard, and
when the audio broke in, the Memphis crew heard the voices in the background,
but still the woman's image took up the whole screen. Finally, the
woman looked into the camera and spoke, Hi, guys, I'm Agent Red.
I see everyone is here. Have you all read through the Intel package?
Everyone nodded. Agent Red looked to another area of her screen and opened
a file. While she searched for the screen share feature on her software.
Steve studied her. He had made her a running joke among the guys,
always commenting on what he thought she looked like. When her name came up
into discussion, the preconceived images he had so immaturely conjured up and then shared
with the others, all those went out the window. Now that he was
looking at her face in the upper half of her body. He wasn't sure
how tall she was from the image, but he guessed that she was short
from what he could see. Her red hair was covered mostly by a ball
cap worn like an operator in the US military. The bill formed in an
arch with a skull pulled tight over her head. She had green eyes,
something he had read somewhere was a total fluke of nature, and those were
a bit obscured by a set of glasses that suited her face and made her
look smart. To Steve, it didn't appear that much makeup covered her ivory
skin, other than a faint trace of lipstick. Steve took everything in and
decided that she looked like an average woman, something he didn't expect. The
image that rattled around in his primitive mind was one of glamor in striking beauty,
and now that he saw that she was as normal as the day is
long, his demeanor toward her would be different. The image of the map
came up on the screen and the agent read disappeared, but they heard her
voice. Guys, this may confuse you and you really don't need to know
all these details, so I'll be brief with this explanation. We've been getting
hits on this big boy for months. Like most of the creatures we tracked,
they are always visible and infra red, but not this one. He
first came on the screen in the Mark Twain National Forest several months ago in
Missouri. We knew by his size this one would be important track and we
did that for eleven hours. Then he vanished. Weeks later, we got
another hit and confirmed it was the same creature, but this time he was
in South Mississippi, just north of Hattiesburg. Once again, we tracked him
for five hours, and then he disappeared. Months later, we got him
again in Missouri, and we've had him no less than a dozen times and
in different places throughout the southeast, but never in the same general area.
We fed the information into the CIA's artificial intelligent software to see if it give
us an estimate on his travel patterns, and the red lines on the map
are just that, and we've never seen one do this. I mean,
this thing is always moving. Even while we track him and watch him,
he acts like he's always heading somewhere in a hurry. In addition, he
appears to be a sort of mutant creature. He's bigger, faster, and
stronger than anything we've seen. With that said, we can't give you any
information on what to expect, other than to say that after we receive the
estimated travel pattern, we began seeing a multitude of missing persons cases in the
area that he has travel In every case, nobodies have been recovered. We
think he's attacking people that happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong
time. Regarding the lack of bodies that turn up in these cases, Hook
interrupted, he's eating them bones and all Agent Read was silent for a minute.
We can't all seem to agree on that assumption here, Hook, but
that's what I think. So far, we have found thirty three cases.
This thing is a killing machine. He has got to be taken down.
Well, how do we find him? Asked Lewis. The map was still
on the screen. One of the many lines ended with the red dot.
Agent read and larged the image the red dot sat on Fort Pillow State Park
in West Tennessee. If the route in the timetable the AI generated for us
is correct, we believe he will come through this area between this Thursday and
next Tuesday. We need you there. If you can intercept him there and
kill him, you'll be saving lives. He's following water, said Isabel.
Look at those lines. He comes out of Mississippi and hits the Hatchee River
and follows it to the Mississippi. That means he is in Tennessee right now.
When he crosses the river, he will be in an area that we
have the least confidence that we can predict or where he will be. The
next place we know for sure he will go as the National Forest in Missouri.
That area is vast and not as forgiving and terrain as the Delta.
We think your best shot is to get him this week, said Red.
If we don't, or if you miss him, it'll be a month or
more before he will be in a place that we can find him. The
Arkansas side of the Delta is the least forested area on his route. It'll
be difficult to know how he gets through the area, so finding him there
is probably not an option. I wish I could give your team more information,
but he is a first for us. None of us can figure out
why he's moving all the time. He's avoiding people, said Steve. He's
a smart one, probably been hunted before. He know if he claims territory
and stays in one place that someone will catch up to him with a cigard
down. He travels to stay alive. Plus the food supplies everywhere. Agent
Red's face reappeared on the screen. I think you may have something there,
Steve. You can add smart to the list of advantages I gave you earlier.
Either way, he has to be killed, and he has to be
killed soon. Can we count on your team? You sure as hell can,
said Steve. And we won't need your in house team to come here.
We can handle this. Steve Lily only worked with others who had proven
themselves capable, and even though the team that they would deploy from in house
may be well trained and even have experience, the Memphis team had their way
of accomplishing a mission, and more than that, Steve Lily didn't trust anyone.
I assume that would be your position, said Red. But we are
sending them, but only as a backup in case you have trouble. Now,
Steve, before you say no, just hear me out. Your team
is the most productive team. We issue contracts too. This is a business
decision. If we lose even one of your men, we've lost a great
asset. They'll be holding in a location and they can be inserted by helicopter
if you need them. The discussion over the backup team is done. Agent
Blue lowered himself behind Red so that his face was visible. Having a backup
team is mandatory. Steve, move on with the briefing. I think it's
a good idea, said Isabel. Are you scared of a little little big
foot, said Steve. Yeah, a little, said Isabel. At least
I'm afraid of this one. I am too, said Steve. Agent Blue.
We appreciate that there will be a backup team in case we get in
a jam. Good call, said Blue. Damn good call, said Lewis.
Okay, now that we have that out of the way, said Red.
We have another issue that came up today. And by the way,
good call, Steve. Thank you, Agent Red. I'm not just good
looking, I'm smart too, said Steve. Red burst out laughing before she
could get up and out of the view of her webcam. Blue took her
place in the chair. All right, listen up, guys, he said.
Now, I know you all recall the big thicket cluster. Fuck.
We just got intel that Chatham has organized another scam outing with his followers,
and it happens that the weekend of the Sabe experiences will be at Fort Pillow
State Park this weekend. We have no way to know, but I seriously
doubt they will get close to the Hatchee Bottoms. But it's close. I
feel like Satan will be traveling on the opposite side of the river. If
that's the case, the campers will be okay. If he crosses and they
do that shit they do out there in the woods with all the howling and
banging on trees, he will be drawn to that. You need to be
aware, dumb motherfucker's said Louis in a tone barely audible to the mic.
But Blue hurt it and agreed with Lewis. Do you have this creature's location
now, asked Cook. We don't hook, but we are scanning the area.
If we can't find him, it's a waste of time for you to
move in. I need you on stand by and ready to go if we
get a hit. Do you understand, said Blue in his nothing but business
tone. If you feel confident he's coming through the area, it'll be better
if we're already there, said Hook. What do you think, Steve?
I agree, Agent Blue. I think we can all ditch work for a
few days. We're going to load boats and gear and be in place so
we can get in fast if you spot him. Steve said this as if
the decision had already been made. Secretly, he was itching to get in
this fight. This creature would be a trophy. Good plan, Steve,
if there's nothing else, we will be in touch as soon as we know
something. We can track you, and you'll have handheld monitors so we'll know
where you are. Let's get rid of this muted and get back to hunting
normal squatches. I heard that, said Louis. This fucker gives me a
bad feeling. We feel the same, Lewis. But we have the best
team on the job, said Blue. Do the best you can, fellas
some of the missing people throughout his route or kids, that should give us
all motivation. We'll get him, said Hook. Check back this week for
Steve. Lily fifteen, Part two of a bigfoot called Satan He begin