<strong>Jason Jefferson - Wondering if he shouldn't scout the area after all...sooner rather than later.</strong><br/><br/>Jason nodded solemnly to the woman that had gotten chewed out when she had walked in.  So, just what he had heard already then about the whole affair.  Kids going missing, the police didn't have a clue, (of course,) and it was going to happen again unless something was done.  "I'm sorry I asked ma'am.  I will say, that it won't happen again, not if I can do anything about it."  He didn't care what she would think about him as he finished his beer, putting the empty bottle on the bar before turning his back to the bartender behind the counter, facing the crowd at large.  "Before you ask, let's just say I've dealt with this kind of thing before.  I might be a stranger, but the police have no clue what's going on, am I right?  They're looking in the wrong places, and they believe things are normal, and that the shadows contain nothing more than what can be seen with the naked eye."<br/><br/>Maybe it was the booze talking, but Jason didn't care how he sounded at the moment.  Killing the Wendigo hadn't been fun despite the fact he had done the world a service.  Every monster he killed just added more fuel to his fire, not less.  He just wanted to find the demon that had killed his old man, after that he'd settle down.  Yeah, and pigs would fly out of his ass first.