Canadian Wilds North of Alberta
It was cold, It was always cold this far up North. The bitter wind groaned throught the tops of the Pine and Spruce trees as a lonely figure loped through the forest. Stopping every now and then to raise his snubby muzzle and smell the scents around him. As he crested the hill he spotted his quarry in a sparse opening in the trees. A large Deer, nostrils flaring raised its large antlered head as if it sensed his presence. He smiled he was down wind and safe from detection. His Shoulders tensed as his eyes adjusted to the moonlight that shined bright as the sun now within his gaze. He gently lowered himself closer to the ground preparing for the chase. Suddenly a sharp crack broke the silence , the Deer pitched forward in answer and fell to the ground with a thud. His sensitive ears then picked up voices just outside his vision and He smelled a familiar odor , Human.
'Thats a Beauty Red! " one of them shouted. Tis one lumbered out of the woodline wearinga Muffled hat and standard Flannel Jacket. He smelled like Beer and week old sweatsocks he thought to himself.
" I'll take it Jonny." Another voice stated , He could sense the tinge of glee held within that statement. This one He called Gray Beard he had smelled his scent before Oldspice and cheap cologne mixed with Beer. he dressed in a bright orange vest and hat. A thick gray beard hung from his square jaw.
It was then that He realized he was becoming angry. Usually he didnt bother to feel anything concerning Human hunters they were thick in the woods this time of year. It was normal for them to hunt just as he hunted. He rared back onto his haunches and studied the two for a moment. All the while he felt his skin grow warm and his blood begin to burn. How old was he now 15 or sixteen winters. It had been awhile since he had left the Institute. He hated to think of that place with its sterile odors of Lemon cleaner and ammonia still burning his nostrils. The paper that he had to lay upon on top of the metal table crinkling under his back. He Began to feel the needles injecting him with whatever that Blue fluid was that numbed his senses for days. But through it all he remembered that he was once a Little boy a Human who walked on two legs not loping on four. He thought about this until his head began to hurt and he banished such thoughts from his mind. He was just one Predator in these mountains although he was high on the food chain.
Washington DC . Somewhere within the Pentagon
" Dr it's been 10 years since his escape and we still havent gotten any closer to determining his location. What makes you think we can still locate the boy." The General sat back in his leather bound Easy chair staring intently at the computer screen. In it appeared a balding man roughly in his late 60's, who looked as if he never slept.
" General it tales time But I feel that we have made a Breakthrough with our latest subject. He should be able to track and locate the boy within hours. We have determined a viable location using data collected from sitings within Canada. It seems a group of Sasquatch hunters think he is the missing link." The Dr stated with derision , he hated cryptozoologists He believed that they represented the outer fringe of science. The comical outer fringe making science appear to be a joke.
" Listen you two bit Dr Frankenstein you have 36 hours to find him or i will send in people who can. I still can't believe how incompetent you were to let it escape or the fact you didn't chip the thing with a location device. For God Sake my dog has a transponder. " The General lit a cigar and ended the transmission. He then picked up the phone next to his desk and dialed a secure number.
" Hastings have your Team on standby I want no more mistakes. This Crap has gone far enough , so far we have been lucky with no casualties besides a few dogs and cattle mutilations." The General then hung the phone up and rubbed the back of his neck. "This had better work ." He thought to himself.
