He'd asked, and the higher-ups, the powers that Be, had let him go. So Harvard was out on a brief excursion to an old, abandoned hunter base, although that wasn't the draw. In this horrible, muggy jungle, an old horseman lair lurked - the reason this base was still monitored on the regular. Hopefully, Harvard thought, that meant there was something to be learned there.

He kicked a bit of dead vine out of his way as he wandered a bit away from the base. It was even muggier than the island, if possible.

lurks beneath