This was turning into the worst mission I had ever gone on. I knew this was getting too close to my former home. Even though I was still hundreds of miles away and I hadn't even entered that state I knew that I would still be too close.
I now had to get out of here without getting caught by the two men on the porch or any of the others that were here. And I think that they had sounded some kind of alarm, since the scents I was picking up just intensified. There were at least ten more men coming from different points on the property, and more than one of them was not human. Hell, I don't even know if any of the approaching men were human.
This was bad. This was very bad indeed.
What kind of luck did I have that I would run into Kyle and Matthew on the same day? What the hell was the matter with me? Did fucking Kyle give me some sort of bad juju of something?
