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Michael was a little less prepared; just a pen, notebook, flashlight, water bottle and his cell. But then he really didn’t know what to expect yet - that was why it was a good idea for the senior hunters to take them out for their first mission.

Spotting Marcus already at the lighthouse he sped up his walk, waving at the hunter to catch his attention.

"Hey, we good to head out?" he asked in case there was any last minute prep, like paperwork, they had to do before heading through. He hoped not, Nucha had been practically squeeing in his about finally doing something off island and he was pretty sure he would mentally go death if he didn’t get them there soon.

Michael wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to be looking for aside from 'not right' which already had him slightly on edge, fiddling with string that Nuucha's unsummoned form rested on. This was only added to when Marcus told him to be on his guard, which he was sure would normally be perfectly common sense and non-creepy advice but...

He glanced in the same direction as Marcus, feeling an ominous tingle go down his spine at the cold white lines of the old asylum building. This area was just plain off, it definatly had that haunted house vibe that the brief had mentioned.

"Sure... do you think we'll actually run into something whilst out here?"

It was as far as he was aware just recon but with vibes like that... Michael had learned to trust his gut.

Well that was actually really comforting that the higher up's didn’t expect them to do anything more than the initial job. "Yeah lets ho-" Michael was interrupted when all of a sudden Marcus dived into a bush yelling at him to get down. There was a small pause in action where Michael basically had no fricking clue what was going on and then he too spotted the flashlights, barely ducking behind the bush in time.

There was a tense few moments as the patrol passed by, Michael could practically feel his heart try to beat out of his chest from the suspense. Could they get in trouble for this? They weren’t even on the property properly yet and surely the Hunter's had some sort of official bullshit cover story right? Right!? Oh god why did they wear white it was so conspicuous when trying to hide in the dark the flashlights would pick them up easily! How could these guys not see and hear them where they deaf and blind or something?!

Finally letting out a breath of relief the cops voices faded away and putting that up to his good luck of the year Michael glanced at Marcus before cautiously sitting up from the bushes. As he did so something caught his eye near the shack on the asylum side.

Where those... gravestones? Squinting at them from their hiding position Michael tugged on Marcus's sleeve pointing towards them, still not trusting himself to speak lest he call the cops back.

Michael still feeling quite paranoid about police being around let Marcus focus on the gravestones, nodding along as he talked about the various details and making a mental note to bring a camera next time then.

It was because of this he even managed to see them in the first place, spotting them exactly where Marcus had been before. For a second he considered dismissing them as a policeman too far off hopefully to see them but something made him paused.

He blinked and they disappeared. Michael's heart rate in reply decided to spike again because holy hell defiantly not normal that.

"Uh- um. Did you- see over there? Earlier? Something? Because I think I saw whatever it was again if you did." nice amount of coherency there Michael.

"Me neither." he thought about his cousin then, about the threats from her parents. Ultimate irony that she had been right all along. He wondered how many other people had been wrongfully institutionalized, driven mad by the creatures.

A flash of light came into the shack through one of the windows and Michael internally swore, ducking down below the windows as another group of police patrolled the shack.

Another beam of light quickly followed the last one, this time accompanied by questioning voices.

Michael quickly and probably not very thoroughly scanned his eyes around the shack one more time before gesturing at Marcus for them to get out of there. Those cops where getting way too close for his liking and hey better to pull out with what they had now then spend who knows how many hours on police bullshit.