This latest attack had happened while we were in the air. So it fell on the Cazador team to fill in. When MHI had gotten the call, the closest regional teams had already been booked. “Well, we don’t know what it is yet, but this is the sort of thing we deal with.” “This time? Three, I think…It’s kind of hard to tell where one ends and the other begins, though. “How many bodies are we talking about, Sheriff?” There were a lot of little plastic numbers. Deputies were placing little plastic numbers next to the scattered body parts and taking photos. It had been flattened and there was dried blood all over the plywood. We were pretty far from the nearest actual town, but somebody had set up a roadside fruit stand at the intersection of two roads. Can you believe that shit? This is our fourth attack in two weeks, but they went on and on about the need for secrecy, and I don’t feel like getting prosecuted for violating national security”-he nodded in the direction of the yellow police tape-“which is why we’re talking over here, while all my men are over there collecting bits and pieces of my constituents.” I’m supposed to blame this string of killings on mountain lions. “Monster Hunter International…” His eyes were squinty and suspicious beneath his cowboy hat. My hands were about the same, but that was from weapons, weights, and a few years of beating the ever-living snot out of the forces of evil. Appropriately, it had calluses like he had spent a lot of time roping horses or whatever it was cowboys did nowadays.
“Monster Hunter International, at your service.” The rest of my team was parked down the hill in our air-conditioned rental SUV until we got the go-ahead to poke around the crime scene.
MONSTER HUNTER INTERNATIONAL ABOMINATION FULL
It was the full moon so Earl had stayed home, too. Julie was back in Cazador conducting business. The lady on the phone told me you were a really big fella.” “Yes, sir,” I answered as I approached the wooden barricade blocking the road. “Owen Zastava Pitt?” the sheriff called out. Over the figure’s chest she had drawn a happy face with horns, and then colored it green. Red fire shot out the end of an angry cartoon gun. One stick figure was bigger than the others.
“Well, thankfully you’re here.” He slid over another picture to look at. The good guys tried super hard, but father and mother died anyway.” She had scribbled over all the body parts with red. Yet there were black claws amid the golden lines, and beneath the chaotic swirl were dismembered stick figures, single-line arms, legs, and circle heads with Xs for eyes scattered around. The page was covered in streaks of yellow and green, with bursts of purple. She was compelled to draw the battle while the memories were still fresh. “No,” she muttered, scribbling furiously. “I’m terribly sorry about what happened to your parents. There was no such thing as safe as long as the monsters were out there. “The doctors say you can leave the hospital now. He was wearing a suit and tie, and seemed very polite. “My apologies, miss,” the man said as he pulled up a chair and sat on the other side of the table. She wanted her old home back, like the way things had been before… She didn’t need protecting, and she didn’t want a new home. They had told her that somebody from something called Child Protective Services would be coming to take her to a new home. A nurse had brought her a stack of paper and a box of colored pencils to keep her occupied. “I’m not a little girl,” she answered, not looking up from the picture she was drawing. In addition to being MHI’s Finance Manager, Owen Zastava Pitt is widely believed to be the “Chosen One.” Owen vehemently denies this rumor. Monster Hunter International is the premier private-sector monster eradication company in the business.
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