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Yvan
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It wasn't unusual for Agent Carver to get frantic calls in the middle of the night; tonight was no different. The man had been used to it by now; someone calling in the middle of the night screaming about something that couldn't be an animal or something along those lines and he'd be forced to investigate it within an hour's notice. Sometimes he wished his division didn't transfer calls to him, he despised it ever time they did it. The agent threw on a new pair of clothes and headed out into the night.
The call concerned something along the lines of a woman went out into the woods after her dog ran off into it, in Nelson, British Colombia (nearly an hours drive from his current home) and never came back. Her husband went out to look for only to discover a giant raptor or vulture was devouring much of the woman's remains. Agent Carver wasn't expecting much from this call, he doubted there was even anything to work off of.
As soon as he arrived to the place, police were crowded around the thick woods, waiting for him. It was hard to believe so many officers were there at 4:30 in the morning over something as small as an animal attack. He wondered how many people woke up from the screams of sirens or the blinding lights that sped by their windows, at least a few dozen. "Okay, let's see this body. I didn't get up at three for nothing," he said, glancing at the dark woods that laid before him.
The call concerned something along the lines of a woman went out into the woods after her dog ran off into it, in Nelson, British Colombia (nearly an hours drive from his current home) and never came back. Her husband went out to look for only to discover a giant raptor or vulture was devouring much of the woman's remains. Agent Carver wasn't expecting much from this call, he doubted there was even anything to work off of.
As soon as he arrived to the place, police were crowded around the thick woods, waiting for him. It was hard to believe so many officers were there at 4:30 in the morning over something as small as an animal attack. He wondered how many people woke up from the screams of sirens or the blinding lights that sped by their windows, at least a few dozen. "Okay, let's see this body. I didn't get up at three for nothing," he said, glancing at the dark woods that laid before him.