Then one day, it happened.I was coming home from classes, minding my own business, when the truck came flying around the corner. I jumped back, hoping...to get out of his way, but just before I had the chance, a warmth and blinding light surrounded me. I must have hit my head or blacked out because when I came to, I was alone in a room.It was a nice enough room, no windows, but plenty of space, a bed and what looked like a hammock chair swing in the corner. The walls were painted a soft blue --my. She had been one of five people there; Nick, the coroner who had been nicknamed Bones after an old TV series doctor, the medical examiner from Flint, and the coroner's assistant, who moved so unobtrusively behind the main scene that he was almost a ghost. All of them had been dressed similarly, all had been there to hopefully uncover something that would unmask a monster.Some of the preliminary work had been done before they got there. The body had been gone over carefully for any trace. After a hard days sailing it was nice to get a shower up and agreed to meet back at the boat before we went out to our evening meal. Obviously be a man I got back before Cindy, whilst she spent some time getting ready, when she arrived back at the boat I could see that the effort was certainly worth it, she looked stunning, and to be honest a bit over dressed for a few drinks and pie at the local. Still I wasn’t complaining.As the night wore on, we had quite a lot to drink and Cindy was getting. Six years running black ops in the jungles of Latin America taught him to wake and respond at the slightest hint of trouble.His men were trained to sleep lightly. Max ran drills at all hours of the night to keep their instincts honed and sharp. Tonight they wore black urban assault gear and watched him with anticipation.Their faces were painted black to complete the pack's nighttime stealth abilities. Most carried a Heckler and Koch MP-5 submachine gun with EO Tech sights and a suppressor.