The next afternoon Michael found himself at what had obviously been a camp not half a day earlier. He looked around and found a scrap of clothing torn on a bush. He inhaled the scent that clung to the scrap and smirked with satisfaction. "Found you... your little group of rebels won't escape this time... but perhaps I should have a little fun instead. This was just much too easy and I don't want to waste a good hunt by ending it too earlier. I know... I'll pick them off one by one until that little bitch Annalise is the only one left.. and then... the real fun begins." With that he was gone again the only evidence he'd been there a soft whisper through the air.