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The stars peppered the night sky, and the moon’s light struggled to break through the thick clouds hovering below it, making it hard to see the van hidden on the edge of the road forty yards from the cabin’s entrance.

Terry held a pair of binoculars and watched the light from the front window go out. His view shifted from the room to the Toyota Land Cruiser parked in the dirt lot. He looked down at his map. This was the only road for five miles. He knew they were heading east, and he would bet his last dollar that they’d be heading out in the morning. Terry pulled back a tarp, and the outline of an axe lay flat against the van’s floor. He picked it up, along with a small rectangular black box, slid the van door open, and closed it behind him.

His boots squished against the thick Mississippi mud, and to his surprise, he struggled a bit in the terrain. The head of the axe rested on his right shoulder, while the small black box was gripped in his left hand. He stepped into the ruts from the cruiser’s tire tracks, where the ground was more compact and easier to wade through.

Large swarms of bugs engulfed his face, and he smacked the pests away harshly with his free hand. Even with the sun gone, the humid heat was still prevalent in the night. Terry could feel the layer of sweat covering his body. He refused to take his jacket off even in the stifling heat. The fabric of the jacket used his body’s moisture to help cool him.

Terry flipped a switch on the black box, and a small red dot blinked silently. He reached under the back of the cruiser, and the magnetic side of the box smacked against the cruiser’s chassis.

The incessant buzz of the cicadas masked Terry’s steps as he walked right past the front office where Brooke’s cruiser was parked. The outline of his body and the extension of the axe disappeared down the winding road.