Who: Wash, York, Presto and Mal What: Tracking the monster Where: Just outside of town When: Saturday Evening Warning: Fighting and injuries/swearing Status: Closed/ Ongoing
There was some creature that had attacked the local werewolves. The werewolves thing was an issue Wash was going to deal with on another day, right now it was being ignored in favor of tracking down whatever the large dog like monster was. He and York were using their skills and equipment to track the beast and they had a couple others with them. There was a Presto and Mal with them. They both looked far too young for this but what did Wash know? He was sixteen when he'd joined the UNSC so obviously age wasn't always the most important part.
Church and Delta were running data and interpreting the data from the scans they were taking as they tracked and it seemed to be coming in a lot faster and clearer than usual. It obviously was a good thing that the Meta hadn't had an AI when they were tracking down Epsilon and the Blues or they might have won. And that would have been very bad.
Not that you need the help, look at that, it's not even trying to hide at the moment.
Church was right. The trail was painfully clear at this point when it hadn't been before. That wasn't necessarily a good thing.
"York you see this?" He indicated the track. "Trap?"