Bravely, and perhaps quite unwisely, you and Leach take a couple of flashlights from the hotel and follow the Sihuanaba—if such a creature is truly to blame for this recent death—into the forest.
Leach is armed, you notice. He is carrying a semiautomatic pistol, a SIG Pro.
"How the devil did you get that on the plane?" you ask him.
"I didn't," he answers. "MetaHuman sent it ahead to our landing point at George Town. That's usually the case when I travel. You never know when you'll need to go hunt an otherwordly horror-faced woman in the dead of night."
The two of you make good time through the dark forest. Soon you begin to notice a palpable tension in the air, and you surmise that you're drawing close to your target.