Hunting (open)
Nothing seemed to be simple anymore. Not that hunting had ever been simple, but there'd been rules and Jo had spent years picking up everything she could by asking lots of questions and possibly 'overhearing' conversations between hunters, and then by experience. There had been rules, and then suddenly she'd died, been ripped out of heaven, and everything she knew was topsy-turvy.
It was a relief to be tracking a simple shapeshifter. She'd put together the strange occurrences from perusing the paper and checking some bank security footage after a teller had turned up dead. She'd found the shed skin in the shifter's hideout and she'd figured out what face he should be wearing, since she'd found his victim in the hideout as well.
She was going to track him down and put a silver bullet in his heart before he found anyone else to impersonate. It was just a matter of figuring out where he was going. So far, he'd been going after people in their late teens and early twenties and killing them to take their faces. She had found the car he'd stolen at a 'scenic overlook' that she was almost certain would attract people that were in just the right age range for the shifter to prey on.
Holding her gun at the ready, Jo found a vantage point in between the trees around the overlook, eyes trained for any sign of trouble.