Junpei was amused by the obvious trails through the foliage as they traveled further into the woods.  Although they were sporadic outcroppings of disturbances, they were lined up with their direction of travel for the most part and almost made the scenting capabilities of Zeu redundant.  Either their mark was too stupid to hide his trail or he just didn’t give a shit about hiding his whereabouts.  The latter seemed the most likely.  When Kura mentioned her need for water, Junpei was thankful for the small canteen of freshwater at his hip.  It only takes one failed incident of trusting naturally flowing water to be clean enough for drinking for you to make sure that you always have a fresh supply of water.  Fortunately for Junpei, it was a lesson he learned vicariously through a fellow hunter when on a mission.<br/><br/>They had only been at the lake for a few minutes, drinking and surveying the freshly trampled area, when the distant screams of jet engines could be heard overhead.  The sudden chiming of Junpei’s phone made him cock a brow at the caller ID that read ‘Restricted’.  It was one of his many tools when on the job and is surprisingly versatile when one knows how to manipulate the flow of data; as far as serving for calling purposes, only a handful of people actually knew his number and none ever called him.  It only took him a moment to realize who was on the other end of the line and he allowed a snide smirk to spread across his lips as he answered it and put it on speaker so the others could hear.<br/><br/>“Yes?”