Some Devils Wear Camo(King)
Date: 2025-12-03 20:49
(Some Devils Wear Camo(King):King)
[Wed Dec 3 2025]
In somewhere in the Wilds in Navorost
The vast expanse of the jungles of the Wilds extends as far as the eye can see. But there is also a malevolent aura that pervades the region. The full moon shines down on this, and the animals are mostly silent.
It is night, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and there are clear skies. The mist is heaviest At High and Lake
There is a waning gibbous moon.
Upon arriving alongside King and Mercy, Jasper blinks while he readjusts himself. “This seems new,” he speaks in a low voice while he scans around himself.
Mercy takes her usual customary whiff of the new surroundings. “Hm ain’ been offworld before?” She asks Jasper after she’s satisfied.
“Not really,” Jasper admits towards Mercy. “Although I’m heading for a field trip around the weekend. Looking for some pirate outfit for that later.”
After landing in the Wilds, King looks around to make sure everyone is with him this time. He nods once he does the body count. “Hopefully, just the three of us should be enough,” he says before turning around to start trying to get a lay of the land. Apparently, the moon is still full, even in the Wilds, and it pulls at the werewolf inside the three present. And they can all but immediately feel something is off: no creatures are heard making noise, the stale air is unmoving, and the three can feel eyes upon them without being able to pinpoint the source.
As the three start getting used to the place, a familiar sound cuts through everything else: a wolf howling. Only it gets cut off midway through. It may be difficult to locate it through the jungle foliage, but wolf instinct suggests it came from the southwest.
Almost as soon as the howl is heard, King turns and says, “Pretty sure that’s her, let’s go.” And he takes off running through the jungle, wearing about the most inappropriate clothing for this trip as one could have imagined without being entirely silly.
Mercy is about to respond to Jasper when the howl catches her attention, head turned and body rigid for a moment while she listens intently. Given King is quick to head towards it she follows suit and keeps pace at his heels.
Jasper looks up at the direction of the howl before he turns to nod his head at King. Keeping his weapons on him, he begins to follow the other two.
King probably looks unarmed, but with werewolves, they can always look like that. He usually has his weapons hidden or tucked away in his tactical belt. And running with a knife out is probably asking for a bad time. He may not be faster than everyone present, but he did take off first. And that’s why he makes a particularly startled oomph when a log falls out of the tree limbs in front of him. Due to the ropes on either end, the log’s downward descent angles into the man and plows right into him, sending him hurtling back into a tree behind Mercy and Jasper. The log narrowly misses them on the first pass, but then completes its arc and starts coming back for a second try at them if they do not stop moving.
Another howl can be heard up ahead, but getting an idea of how far away it is is practically impossible with the thickness of the jungle. And if it were not readily apparently with King’s pair of impacts, someone has set up some rather potent traps in the area. And this was just the first the group has encountered. Undoubtedly, there are more, especially as the scent of silver starts to tingle in Mercy and Jasper’s noses.
“Traps,” Jasper mutters, still running while he grimaces. “King, are you alright?” As he moves to get out of the log’s way, he sniffs the air and squints his eyes.
Mercy has only a few seconds to register King’s launch into a tree and the threat of the swinging log; a split one is all she needs to get a fond sense of deja-vu that no one here would understand. Not worried about their party leader she tries to speed up to avoid collision next, eyes darting around for any other traps waiting to be sprung.
Out of the wolves present, Mercy is probably the best equipped to handle things, and at the very least, she is faster than King while on two legs. Maybe not four, but definitely two. Jasper’s tactic of ducking to the side is actually a bit more efficient in terms of avoiding impact, but Mercy just outruns it just fine.
King picks himself up off the ground and says, “I shoulda known better.” He back-hand swipes across his lips to remove the signs of blood then straightens up and reaches into his jacket pocket. A second later, he tosses out a pair of knives, one at a time, aiming at the ropes to drop the big log onto the ground. “Best disarm that to not hurt anyone else, now let’s go,” he says, taking off again at a slower pace to try to keep an eye out for traps this time. Fortunately for him, now that he is on alert and has caught a whiff of the silver, he is far more on guard and observant. “Single file, Mercy’s on point,” he says, no doubt because she is a little faster than him, but he is at least putting his leadership skills to the test and showing off a little bit of that military training he is fond of mentioning but never dwelling on for long.
The forest is even more ominous now with the threat of traps and whatever is happening with the wolf they are here to rescue. Then there is a new sound, one a little less familiar to the three wolves, but unmistakable if they have watched any sort of TV with ancient history re-enactments: a whistling noise. It almost sounds like a beep or the chirping noise of a Navy whistle on a ship as a captain or admiral arrives on deck. It is relatively close by, further south than southwest now.
It’s probably a good thing that King had elected to give her point in their little formation of three, as Mercy had yet to stop or even really slow down and continues to barrel ahead. It’s only when the odd whistling noise hits her ears that boot heels dig into the ground and she skids to a halt that wears grooves in the dirt, frozen save for the tilt and turn of her head as she tries to pinpoint the direction it’s coming from.
“On it,” Jasper slowly nods his head, moving to follow behind Mercy. He twitches a bit when he hears the sound, and he moves his gaze while he pauses his steps.
The howl was definitely from the southwest. The arrow was from the south. A few moments later, another whistling noise can be heard to the north. And then, a bugle sounds to west. Anyone with military training would likely recognize it as First Call. King certainly does as he stops shy of where Mercy and Jasper are and tells them, “They know we’re here, whoever they are. They’re signaling positions and movement.” He crouches down, looking from side to side and sniffing the still stale, unmoving air. “They’re hunting us now, too,” he announces just in case Mercy and Jasper were not acutely aware of that.
As if to prove King right, an arrow goes flying between the three wolves, letting out a high-pitched whistle as it goes. A split second later, the THWUMP noise of a grenade launcher can be heard. Firearms do not work in the Wilds. Do grenades? The team is most certainly about to find out in 5… 4…
“Aw hell.” Mercy grumbles, to the news of their presence being known, the arrows being loosed, and what sounds like a much higher quality version of that potato cannon she and some fellow miscreants made when they were 12. She is of course the first to feel that trigger-impulse to shift, but she looks to King for his directive beforehand; still clinging to some of her rational senses. For now.
“Damn,” Jasper lets out a growl as he steps back. Pulling out his bow, he draws an arrow while he sticks close to the group, ready to fire at their attackers.
“Get down, now!” King barks as a command to Mercy and Jasper. There is plenty of cover in a jungle. From bushes to trees to fallen branches to other brush and even hills. Finding cover is not difficult. For his part, he sticks with the simplicity of getting behind a tree that will provide cover from the angle of any place that would have probably hit himself, Mercy, and Jasper all at the same time. His hand disappears into the collar of his shirt to fish out his necklace, and it glows green. Roots, brush, and vines all coil up around Jasper and Mercy to provide them with what little protection such a measure can afford.
… 3… 2… 1… The potato-sized metal object streaks down from the sky like a meteorite and lands in some mud, which arrests its movement entirely, preventing it from bouncing. A split second later, it explodes, sending out shrapnel everywhere within a thirty foot radius of impact. Grenades are insidious in that regard, peppering a single person with half a dozen or more shredding cuts with jagged tears. Much of the lesser foliage gets obliterated in an instant, torn to pieces. The real question is, how much shrapnel found Mercy or Jasper The cover King manages to get up is gone, but if they hit the mud…
Mercy wants badly to charge in and address the source of the incoming fire but the shout to get down, get down and not move it all around gets priority. With a hard pivot she tries to dive behind the cover of some nearby trees herself as an extra buffer just as the projectile party bomb hits the mud and and deafens her on top of everything.
Jasper quickly responds to King’s command as he ducks into cover behind a tree. The bow lingers in his hands until the bomb explodes and he stays down.
In the deafening wake of the grenade, an eerie, silenced hush falls over the jungle. A stillness pervades everything, leaving people only able to hear the beating of their own hearts for the seconds that follow. Then ringing reminds everyone that their ears do still function, if not happily. But in those seconds, several targets step into visible range of the pinned down wolves, a two man team to the north and a two man, one woman team to the south. They are crouched and moving slowly through the brush, communicating between team members with hand signals with military precision. Two of the men have a crossbow, two of the men have bows, and the woman has a tranq gun and enough knives to start her own hash tag on certain fetish sites.
As targets become visible, King steps out from his tree to try to make visual contact with her. He points two fingers at her and Jasper, then points to the northern pair. Then he starts toward the southern pair in a zig-zag pattern, trying to use trees for cover and keep out of sight. He is about as stealthy as a cannon being fired in a residential area though, so of course, they realize he is coming for him and split up to start trying to box him in.
The unmistakable scent of silver wafts from every single one of the incoming enemies.
Mercy shakes her head roughly a few times as if that might help dislodge the disorientation and ringing in her ears, trying to hurry along recovery after sensing the approach of several individuals. Keeping hunkered down behind what’s left of the tree she’d sought cover behind, she unhooks the crossbow from her back and squints through the dark of the jungle to watch for their movements and wait for a clear shot. “God damn grenade shit ain’ even able to hear myself think no more…” She grumbles all the while, quietly.
Catching King’s gesture, Jasper quietly nods his head and readies his bow while he readjusts and moves low. His ears ringing, his gaze looks up at the northern team, stopping at one of the men before he aims, waiting for a chance to fire.
There was a fire fight! … Only, it involves no actual fire, since no one has guns. But what does occur is actually a rather quick skirmish. It becomes evident shortly into the fight, after a couple volleys between Mercy and Jasper and the northern group, that the northern pair are actually quite ‘green’ with regards to combat. Sure, they have coordination down, but that does not really matter when arrows and bolts are lodged in their chests. They barely even get a chance to duck and cover. Their shots are too novice to manage to hit Mercy or Jasper, and a couple of bolts and arrows end up embedded in trees near them, but they are little worse for wear by the time the two men drop.
The group to the south seems a little more prepared for King, but they are not prepared for what he does. He gets a close enough to one to close the distance, ducks a wild punch, then wraps an arm around the dude’s neck from behind. He gives the man’s neck a quick cut, then turns toward the two remaining enemies and holds the body up in front of himself. The tranq dart and arrow from the other man end up in the body instead of King though. As he drops the first body, he hurls his knife at the remaining man with the bow and charges toward the woman, drawing another knife on the way. How many of those does he have now?
Mercy clicks her tongue with disappointment when her and Jasper’s quarry go down without much fuss or fanfare. Already she’s rushing through the dense jungle foliage to the south to provide King some backup; only to find him going full Rambo mode on that group, which she ends up stopping to watch with morbid fascination and maybe a bit of surprise.
Watching the two men fall, Jasper lowers his bow, gripping it with one hand before he turns to watch King. “There must me more waiting,” he whispers, giving a quick scan as his other hand reaches for his sheathed sword.
With practiced, strangely fluid motions, King brings out his taser on the way to the woman. She tries to get her own speargun up to shoot it at him, but at the last second, the harpoon veers slightly off course from his face to end up lodged in a tree behind him. He jabs her in the right side of her ribs with the taser and drops her like a sack of potatoes, bringing a knee up to meet her face on her way down with a sickening crunch. He pivots then and looks at the remaining man. “This is the part where you run,” King says in a low voice that maybe no one can even hear yet. He actually just starts walking toward the last man, letting that confidence radiate for a moment, letting his opponent know he is not even worthy of the effort he devoted to taking out his companions.
And run the man does, but not before firing another whistling arrow up into the sky. He takes off booking it through the jungle. Another THWUMP noise can be heard, but this time, it is entirely unclear where the grenade will land.
“Why ain’ you act like that all the time?!” Mercy calls out to King from a short distance after he’s done more or less dispatching the immediate threat. Well, mostly. She celebrates a little too soon because there’s that sound again and it’s most definitely not a potato. After that first blast her ears can’t quite keep track of where it is let alone where it might land, so in kind of a desperate split second decision she grabs for the neck of Jasper’s coat to try and pull him along as she breaks out into a sprint towards a denser patch of trees, hoping it’ll be enough to provide at least enough cover to avoid casualties so soon.
Jasper lets himself be pulled by Mercy, running after her towards the trees. “That guy will regret that,” he growls before he shakes his head.
“Y’all don’t learn when the teacher solves the problem for ya,” King replies to Mercy before turning his gaze up to the sky to try figure out where the grenade is coming from or going to. It -is- definitely unusual for him to be going quite so hard though. Especially for an Orderite. They may have something to say to him about his behavior when they find out. The grenade is not a grenade this time though. It lands almost exactly where the man was standing when he shot the arrow, and suddenly the jungle is filled with smoke. While the three wolves are not in the smoke, it does provide cover for the man trying to escape. So King works his way over to the other two and asks, “Any injuries? Or just me getting hit by the log?” He does not seem all that bothered by the log injuries at this point, regeneration being what it is. He gives Mercy and Jasper a once over, then nods, content that he cannot smell blood on them. “Mercy, Jasper. Make sure he cannot report back more than he already did with the arrow,” he says, pointing toward where the man went, knowing they can work on following the trail. In the mean time, he moves to start checking bodies for identification.
“Okay,” Jasper nods his head, raising his bow once more. Following King’s finger, he draws another arrow, moving forward before he fires, along with a second one.
Mercy stays huddled in her safety thicket despite the smoke dispersing, just in case, until King’s apparent ease seems to tell her the danger is over for the time being. Popping up from the cover and brushing a few twigs and leaves off herself- with plenty still stuck in her hair- she shakes her head and tries to look appropriately combat-ready again. “Ain’ need to teach me VIOLENCE, got my bachelor’s in that shit. But nah ain’ hurt jus’ yet, think yer the only one so far.” When they receive new instructions there’s a particularly eager gleam in her eyes as they trail after the fleeing man. With a quiet sniff she tilts her head to Jasper and says, “Bet I can get him before you do.” and takes off after him on foot.
The man is not currently visible. The jungle is thick, and he did have a bit of a head start. The pair of wolves will likely need to do a bit of sprinting to catch the man. “Fang and claws, split and flank,” King says as they start off. He sticks to checking the bodies for now, pocketing anything of value, when it becomes apparent they are not carrying IDs. He is left to handle that while the two wolves go hunt the last guy.
If Jasper and Mercy hustle a bit, they can catch up to the man just about the time he reaches some sort of lean-to shelter. If not for the fact they see him enter it, they might not have noticed it at all. Before they can get much closer though, he comes out with a red rocket on a stick and jabs the stick into the ground, aiming it toward a clearing in the branches above. He then goes to light the fuse on the rocket…
Deeper and deeper Mercy ventures through the jungle, with a woeful lack of a machete to fit the vibe as well as make the stalking process a little easier as branch after branch and many large-leafed plants whap her in the face while she’s passing through. When she and Jasper can finally stop to watch their target, she sees the rocket- realizes the intent right away- and hastily aims her crossbow up to try and launch a bolt into his center of mass before he can light it.
“Ay!” Jasper stops alongside Mercy, drawing an arrow and aims to fire at the man as well. His eyes narrows as the arrow flies, a low growl emitting as he moves to circle the man on the other side for another arrow.
The crossbow bolt catches the guy just under his right arm, sinking into his ribs with a squelch. The arrow goes wide, but the man still crumples to the ground from the shot from Mercy. “No,” he says with struggling breath. He keeps his lighter out, flicking his thumb over the roller to try to light it even as he keeps reaching for the fuse, only this time from the ground instead of standing off to the side. He brings the little flame to life and reaches for the fuse.
Mercy is already about to walk away thinking her work here is done when she catches him still moving through the corners of her vision. Rather than try another shot she just leaps into a sprint instead to get there and kick the lighter right out of his hands, or start frantically trying to smother the lit fuse which ever comes first.
Running up towards the downed man, Jasper unsheathes his sword while setting his bow with his other hand. His eyes on the lighter, he brings his sword down with a swing to try to knock it off, pursing his lips as he does so.
The pair nearly collide in an effort to stop the man from lighting the fuse for the rocket, hitting almost at the same time. Jasper’s sword ends up slightly low, while Mercy’s kick is pretty much dead on. Thankfully. Otherwise sword would have met foot and even more blood would be spraying in the aftermath. The blade severs the hand from the man’s arm, and Mercy’s foot launches said hand several feet away, along with the lighter, which goes out as soon as the pressure is off of the button.
At that point, a howl rings out across the jungle, coming from the northwest. It is weaker, but still Madison for those that have heard her before. She sounds like she may be in more trouble than the team may have suspected she was in with this assortment of wannabe soldiers hunting her. Perhaps some of them are a little more capable of putting up a fight.
Mercy snaps Jasper an approving nod; turns out they make a comically effective duo. Then the howl sounds out and she’s focused again, beelining back through all those same plants and trees that assaulted her earlier to head for the source of the cry. “Ayo les’ MOVE!”
With a nod at Mercy, Jasper unsheathes his sword and proceeds to sprint towards the direction of the howl’s source.
A couple of narrowly avoided traps, a silver-tipped spike pit trap and a tripwire claymore landmine, Mercy and Jasper come to a clearing. There are ten people in similar garb as the earlier enemies, all spread out and surrounding a female wolf-woman. Several bodies are strewn about the clearing from where she has managed to destroy anyone that has gotten close enough, but she has been worn down. Arrows stick out of her shoulder and leg. She is wobbling and teetering and ready to fall over. No doubt those arrows are silvered. Or poisoned. The group surrounding her seems to be in no hurry at all to finish the fight. In fact, they are in the process of backing up as if to give her a means of escaping. But she seems like she knows this is a trick, and she does not rise to the bait. Currently, Mercy and Jasper have not been detected, but if they proceed much further, they assuredly will be.
Mercy feels every instinct urging her to rampage right through the crowd of men that toy with the other werewolf, but again and perhaps for the last time she manages some restraint and beckons Jasper to duck into another bit of dense thicket with her to wait for King and survey the situation just a little more. Maybe to catch her breath, too, given the traps they’d just narrowly dodged.
Jasper follows Mercy’s lead and ducks into a thicket near him. He quickly checks himself with quiet pants before he looks back at the people. Waiting to fire.
There is no King. He does not come lumbering in. He does not appear as a flash of black fur and red mist. Just an already worn down Madison, Mercy, and Jasper versus ten enemies, armed with silver and poison. Someone has to make a call for what to do here, and they do not get the luxury of King’s leadership to make that call for them. Madison sniffs the air, and she absolutely knows there are now two more people involved in this situation. But to her credit, she does not show any signs to suggest she knows or indicate where they are.
One of the men in the circle takes a shot at Madison with a crossbow, but she stays still and it goes flying past her, full moon light glinting off the silvered head. She growls in his direction, amber eyes narrowed to slits. “Have I not been a good enough sport yet?” she asks them wryly, her mouth opening to reveal plenty of sharp teeth, coating in red froth. She is, in fact, covered with splatters of blood all over. She has no clothes, but fur covers most of her body regardless. She is likely not doing that for sex appeal however. No doubt the hunters, as they assuredly must be, left her clothed that way to make survival more difficult for her.
Mercy heaves a sigh when she doesn’t perceive their trump card coming in hot. She’s not much of a strategist but she has to think fast, leaning in to murmur to Jasper, “M’gonna rush in like somethin’ straight outta Hell, use that to try an’ pick off a few while they’re distratced by me.”
“Right,” Jasper whispers back to Mercy while he pulls another arrow. As he lets her do her thing, he watches for an opening, waiting after Mercy goes to start firing a couple arrows at the hunters.
She’s probably about to take a lot of silver to the face but she’s nothing if not an eager combatant more often than not, and with the hint of the full moon at her back that drive is doubled. With Jasper’s confirmation she starts to put distance between herself and him, staying low to the ground until she’s gotten a good few meters away. Why? Because it’s about to get loud. No one would watch a werewolf shift and not think the process looks agonizing, but this is the first instance where it genuinely seems to be even for Mercy, her raspy screams joining the chorus of snapping bones as her body is warped well past its usual level of grotesque to go higher, bigger, and meaner than ever. Easily five times her usual size she’s a conveniently distracting target, bellowing out a roar in case that wasn’t enough to get their attention just before she comes crashing right into their midst with wild energy and erratic snaps of massive teeth.
Oh, the noise draws all sorts of attention. But there is not much one can do when a half-ton of wolf appears next to the Most Dangerous Games re-enactment scene going on. But as soon as attention is drawn by Mercy(wolf), Madison charges directly away from her, moving with lupine grace and ferocity. She hits the member of the circle opposite where Mercy(wolf) does. And they begin a counter-clockwise dance, somehow in sync with one another. The first of ten is down before another shot even leaves a string. And the next arrow loosed is from Jasper, catching one of the would be enemies off guard yet again and toppling them over with an arrow in their back. Three down, seven to go then, and while arrows fly toward both Madison and Mercy(wolf), the full moon is rocket fuel for them. Even as arrows miss Mercy(wolf), another enemy falls to her onslaught. And while the arrows hit Madison, another falls to hers. Only five left then, and while Jasper takes another shot, they are aware of him now, so it is far less effective. Another leap from Mercy(wolf) and Madison later, only three remain. And while the next batch of arrows embeds itself in Mercy(wolf)’s hide, Madison splits their attention enough to keep it from really hurting or getting signals to Mercy(wolf)’s wolf brain. Two more fall before Mercy(wolf) and Madison then, and the last one starts to flee, ending up impaled on Jasper’s sword before they can get out of the clearing. It was a blood bath. A slaughter, really, three wolves on ten enemies. And when it is over, Madison falls over onto the bloody ground.
THAT is when King shows up, carrying a grenade launcher and some assorted grenades. Apparently, the reason he was delayed was he wanted to find that damned grenadier and make sure they did not end the party early. Of course, no one could hear that little exchange, so one would presume it went a lot like the Rambo moment earlier. In the clearing though, after the slaughter, he rushes to Madison and starts trying to bandage her up. “Jasper, help Mercy calm down and come back to us,” he issues for his command while he works on keeping Madison alive with whatever bits of triage he has available to him.
at best only feels the sting of the arrows enough to get even more riled up, the men going down like bloody dominoes that never stood a chance. By the end Mercy(wolf) has the limp body of one clamped between her teeth which she violently shakes back and forth, just to make sure he’s dead. Or because she’s a little lost in the full moon sauce and enjoys it.
“On it!” Jasper replies towards King. Putting away his bow, Jasper jumps out of his cover, sheathing his bloody sword while he growls. As he runs towards Mercy(wolf), he himself takes deep breaths as he calls out to the wolf. “Mercy, we got them all,” he says, holding his now empty hands up, one speckled with the blood of their enemies, while he twitches under the moonlight.
As Jasper works on wrangling Mercy(wolf), King gets bandages out of his tactical belt and starts getting arrows out of Madison, pushing them through usually, then breaking them to pull them the rest of the way out. Easiest way for someone that regenerates. There are like six or eight arrows in her by this point though, so then he tries to bandage each one as he goes, to keep her from losing any more blood than necessary. It may take him a couple of minutes, during which Jasper and Mercy(wolf) hopefully can figure out what they are doing and he can at least get Madison stable enough for transport to a hospital.
Mercy(wolf) must think Jasper is coming to claim her sodden, morbid prize or something because her hackles go up defensively the second he gets too close while she’s still enjoying herself. He definitely drew the short stick on tasks while King is preoccupied with Madison, but at least if any other threats decide to jump out at them they have a very willing meat shield.
Jasper comes to a halt, keeping a distance between himself and Mercy(wolf). “We got Madison, so we have got to go before something else happens.” A low growl escapes from him and he breathes deeply once more. “You can take the body with you home, I guess.”
Mercy(wolf) stays bristled but relents with a deep, throaty chuff and starts to pad back to King and Madison with said unfortunate prize still limply dangling from her jaws, getting whipped and prodded and smacked worse than ever by the foliage at this size.
After getting Madison bandaged up, King hoists her up in his arms. He looks at Mercy(wolf) for a long moment and asks, “Think ya can help carry her? Without killin’ her?” He motions for Jasper to help him load Madison onto Mercy(wolf)’s back, and then he says, “Let’s get the hell outta here before more of those jack asses show up.” And with that, the team manages to get back to the mirrorgate and start heading home. They faced traps, a small scale ambush, grenades, smoke, jungle, and a small squad of soldiers to get Madison back. Surely she will repay that kindness by finally working on training King into the Grand Master of the Lodge he is meant to be, right? At least one person in the team hopes for this.
Elsewhere in the jungle, high up above the tree line in a tree larger than all of the surrounding ones by a large enough margin to effectively be a tower, a man stands on a wooden platform that surrounds the tree’s trunk. Rope ladders and lead down to other platforms, and from some of the lower platforms, rope and board bridges lead out to other trees. The man has binoculars out and has watched the scene below. He has definitely has visually seen Madison and Mercy(wolf) against his squad. He also sees King and Jasper on cleanup duty afterward. He takes a good drag of his cigar and says, “Chisholm, I think we have some new targets for our next hunt.” He takes pictures with this set of high-tech binoculars and then hands them off to his lieutenant beside him. “Sir, yes, sir!” Chisholm says, accepting the binoculars before snapping to attention and saluting his commander. Then he scurries off to start gathering information on the team that ruined this season’s hunt. Before Chisholm has gotten down to the ground to relay those orders to the hunter’s compound though, the team has managed to start heading back to New Haven and a trip to the hospital to make sure Madison is not gonna die.