Smells Like Trouble

We parked a mile away from the location of the sighting. We’d go the rest of the way on foot, the cars are too obvious. On foot, we could all slip through the trees, and hopefully not draw too much attention to ourselves.

Hopefully being the operant word.

“Alpha, in position,” I called over the radio.

“Beta, ready to go,” came Luke’s voice over the radio.

Once teams Charlie and Delta called in, we all got going.

“Call in any trouble, people. We need to keep this tidy and above board. Beta, please be subtle, there are probably civilians on the beach, even at this time of night.”

“Always, alpha one.” I stifled a chuckle. Luke wouldn’t recognise subtlety if it bit him on the backside.

My team fell into step behind me, fanned out, ready to go at a moment’s notice.

We moved through the woods, over tree roots, around bushes and under branches. The woods were cold, misty, and visibility wasn’t very good. Not the best conditions for this kind of trip.

The full moon added a whole new layer of