Cleo walked with her group in a staggering numbness that flowed through her. The death in this place was near to overwhelming, one that brought the feeling of familiarity. The stillness couldnâ€™t be measured, as she began to feel that this was futile. Her stomach twisted in knots wondering just what would happen next. She had missed the first wave of slaughter but would there come another shortly? Her eyes scanned around herself wondering if the attack would happen now, but still the calm remained. She huffed, touching the communicator in her ear.<br/><br/>â€œWe are clear so far here, but stay alert and stay together. Make sure to gather evidence, get anything that pertains to the identity of the demon John. Get everything that could be of help to us.â€ She spoke through to all, but got nothing more than an â€˜affirmativeâ€™ or â€˜clear here as wellâ€™ as an answer. She sighed deactivating the talk feature on her communicator.<br/><br/>She had barely made it a couple yards before her communicator buzzed alive again. She stopped dead in her tracks; her group stopping as well as a voice came on, one that belonged to the demon of the hour. Cleo stood there shocked as he spoke to her, her stomach dropped, and she could feel everyoneâ€™s eyes fall upon her. Her breathing turned shallow as her heart pumped harder with every word John spoke. There was no stopping her now, he wanted to pick a fight with her, and she wanted nothing more than to rip his head off.<br/><br/>As he stopped, she pressed the talk button on her communicator again. â€œHeâ€™s got himself a fucking challenge.â€ She smirked enjoying the privilege to take down John herself.<br/>â€œNow Cleo donâ€™t be rash, this is obviously a trap.â€ Colonel Brightman rang through the other end, â€œStand down soldier. That is an order!â€<br/>Cleo shook her head, â€œAnd lose more men? You heard him, only I am allowed in the fort, and that is where a lot of evidence is. Iâ€™m sure of it.â€<br/>â€œAnd you are willing to take a demonâ€™s word over it?â€ He came back, â€œYou are clearly not thinking straight.â€<br/>â€œThatâ€™s where you are wrong.â€ Cleo hissed back, â€œI have never thought clearer, I am one of the best hunters here, and you know that. More men will die going in unless I go alone, and we canâ€™t afford that right now. I can handle this, trust me on it.â€<br/>There was a brief moment of silence until Colonel Brightman got back to her, â€œYou have thirty minutes no more, no less, so get your ass moving. Everyone else regroup at the helicopters, and wait for further instruction there. Cleo, please donâ€™t fuck this up.â€<br/>Cleo laughed with a nod as her eyes turned wicked as she began striding quickly to the fort, letting nothing but the anticipation to kill to guide her.