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Location: <i>Along the trail, then heading towards #3, 4, 5</i><br/>
Addressing: <i>Tobias</i>​</div><br/>They didn't know what to expect on their quiet evening trek, but the dead man holding a fishing rod as he ambled towards them wasn't at the top of their list. Josh quietly gave the new rotter mercy, fluidly notching his arrow and letting fly as he continued to approach. If there was one thing he could do well it was shoot.<br/><br/>As the younger Wilson brother wriggled his arrow from the man's eye socket, then rinsed it clean in the nearby river, he observed his brother glancing at the slit throat and then at the trees behind them. It wasn't good; anytime people were killing people, it was never good.<br/><br/>"Someone's playing sport," Jeb muttered. He waved Josh on as the younger reset his arrow and they continued their creeping along the water's edge, until they could see movement that looked like a person high-tailing it out of danger.<br/><br/>In the distance a woman's voice calling out for "Tobias" could be heard. It reminded Josh of that scene in<i>Jurassic Park</i>, where Laura Dern's character was calling out for the doctor and was told it "Wasn't a good idea." This, too, wasn't a good idea.<br/><br/>Jeb was already on it. He moved in the shadows cast by moon and fire and intercepted the man, one hand clamped over his mouth, the other raised to his own lips to make a "Shh," gesture. Quietly he said, "Someone's hunting your people, and it's not us. You Tobias? Let's get you to that woman of yours alive," he suggested.