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Found

The Bloodhound was constantly getting lost among the bramble and bushes. Twice the dog would bring them back to a certain spot, sniff around, then whimper in confusion until he was given Chris' clothes to sniff at again. The boys followed impatiently with 3 other highly alert officers who looked for any sign of foot prints. That was the strange thing, there wasn't any. Yet, the dog was catching the scent of something or Chris somewhere.

A strong breeze caused the dog to stop suddenly, snapping his head up and sniffing at the air. The boys held their breath and dug their nails into their palms as they watched with growing tension. If this dog lost the trail again, more than one of them were going to explode. Time was ticking, every second precious to the possible survival of their friend.

Suddenly the dog threw it's head back and let out a long deep howl that caused the nearby birds to squawk and fly away in fear and the squirrels to chitter in anger at the disturbance. Before Josh could even ask what the whole scene meant, the dog bounded off, snapping the leash and separating himself from the small group. The officer in charge of him let out a frustrated yell,

"TOBY! TOBY! HEEL! TOBY!" He struggled to climb over various elements of nature as the dog gave them the chase of their lives.

"What the actual fuck!" Josh panted as the group struggled to catch up to the obviously more athletic officers who were trying not to lose the bloodhound. Twice Ricky fell flat on his face and Kuza was cursing up a storm about how "goth boys aren't made for chasing dogs."

"We're gonna need back up!" Their hearts dropped to their stomachs at the sound. Did they find a body?

When the boys finally caught up, the bloodhound was digging at something while being reattached to his leash.

"Oh shit..." Devin whispered quietly while putting a hand over his mouth. He was thinking the worse, just like the rest of the guys. They were all prepared for a body to be revealed from the muck but instead the air was filled with the scratching of the dog's nails on wood. There was a wooden door revealed, buried under a thin layer of dirt much like an old fashion hatch to a basement. With a firm tug, the officer pulled the door outward to reveal a dark tunnel.

"Hey! Have a look over here!"

The dog was whimpering and pulling on the leash towards where another officer had trailed off. They weren't paying attention before but dug deep into the ground was a large gash as if something heavy was being dragged but the upturned earth was trampled down by dozens of footsteps. It was almost as if a whole small town was traveling down the path.

The officer spoke into his walkie talkie, "We need back up assistance. It appears we have cult activity, I repeat, cult activity. Be armed and ready, there is fresh blood on the scene. We are in pursuit, I repeat, we are in pursuit."

There was static before an answer was received, "Copy that. Where is your location?"

The officer read out some random coordinates that he seemed to pluck from thin air before saying, "There appears to be some hidden tunnels. There may be more then one way of getting here. Over."

"We hear you. We found a similar situation in the warehouse. We'll send officers in and over from above. Have a member of your unit wait for back up. Do not approach suspects if armed and dangerous. Do you copy? Over."

"Yes sir, we copy."

"One of you mind staying back for the back up? We don't know what we're walking into so we need every armed man with us."

The group looked at each other in a silent discussion trying to decipher who would want to stay behind. Every one of them were eager to find and/or help Chris so none of them were willing to part with the group... But it came to their understanding that the group was better off traveling with armed officers rather than an extra black-clad boy.