The Wellington Supernatural Summit and Team Building Retreat

Chapter 9 - Possession

"Jeremiah? Is that really you?"

Anton was pointing the hunter's own weapon at the man who had sort of oddly ragdolled to his feet from a state of unconsciousness. The man was a little over six feet, burly, with a sort of a bulbous nose and a military-neat haircut. 

"It's me. It's been awhile since I've been in a flesh bag." The ghost in control of the man burped loudly.

Viago wrinkled his nose. "Flesh...ah, so, do you think you can hold control?"

Jeremiah wiggled the arms of the unconscious hunter to test reactions. "Think so. It's a lot easier to keep control if I leap in while they're unconscious. I should have a couple of hours before he can boot me out. Hopefully that will give us enough time to get some intel on these bastards."

Anton dug around the corpse of the hunter Viago had drained until he came up with a radio. He walked over to Jeremiah and opened the pockets on his vest until he found a matching one. He fiddled a bit and found a new frequency. "Right. Here you go. When you find the other hunters or you have information, radio us with this and we can come up with a plan."

Jeremiah turned the radio over, looked at it, then looked at Anton. He somehow managed to make the hunter's face look like his ghostly form. "You do realize I died in nineteen nineteen, yes?"

"Look, it's very simple. When you want to talk to us, hold down this button here..." Anton demonstrated, "...then speak. Don't hit any of the other buttons or move the knob, or the frequencies will be out of sync and you won't get us."

"Ahh, handheld wireless! Good show!" said Jeremiah as he hit the button. He did so at the same time as Anton was testing his which caused a loud feedback screech.

Viago winced, but Anton, with his very sensitive hearing, nearly doubled over in pain. "Son of a..." a growl vibrated deep in his chest, but then he swallowed a few breaths and calmed himself. "Thank you...for all your help, Jeremiah. I know this is a risk for you."

"I've never liked these bastards hanging 'round my back yard once a year. And that was when they were just drinking beer and shooting wildlife. But now they're hunting my own kind? That's not on, my boy, not on."

"Just remember that you are a modern man. Try not to talk so much, yes? They know about supernaturals, so they may be able to guess that you are possessing that man." Viago gestured towards Jeremiah with a loose flick of his wrist. "And also be safe, okay? We do not want you to get captured as well." Not just because the ghost had been very kind to them, but also because they really didn't need another person to save.

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The trio did a little more planning before Jeremiah ( in control of the man they found out was named Gregory) was instructed to follow a little dot on a GPS system by Anton to help him return to the hunter camp.

"Do you think he can actually pull it off? I think he may be worse with technology than I am," said Viago as he hefted up the legs of the man he drained.

Anton grabbed the corpse under the armpits and grunted a little as he lifted his side of the literal dead weight. "I'm not sure. I'm hoping he can get away with not talking much at all. If he can give us their position and numbers and where they're holding our friends, we can figure out if we can actually help."

"That is a possibility, isn't it? That we can't help them without endangering ourselves." Viago walked backward and caught his heel on a rock. He stumbled but managed to keep hold of the corpse.

"Entirely possible. If that's the case, we've got to find a way out of here so we can go get help. One, two..."

The vampire and werewolf swung the corpse in unison.