Hank McCoy

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"Oh, you wouldn't believe the stuff we see out here." She said, flipping her hand. The older park ranger remained stale-faced. They had both stepped closer into the ring of seats around the fire. She took a seat on an empty log and asked the teens, "How long will you all be staying?"
"We are on day 3 of our twelve day excursion," Hank answered.
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"Hey there!" A voices echoed through the trees, "What are you kids doing?"
"We're looking for Mr. McCoy. He wasn't at camp and these are the tracks we've been following."
She remained jovial despite the concern in their faces. "There's a camp down this way, I figure that's where he'll be; they're local Bigfoot Hunters." brandishing her hands for the title, "harmless, though!" seeing the concern strengthen on their faces, "wouldn't kill the creature if they caught it. This way." She directed, plunging through the brush.
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"There he is!" Kitty shouted. She stopped running and focused into the water: Feet grounded, arms out, palms up, heart beating through each and every fiber, she located the cage and pulled it up to the surface. "Is anybody able to make a platform?" One of the boys stopped and turned, forming a structure of ice beneath the massive metal cage.

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