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not experienced in all his years, not even in the military. Something about the way she sat, the way the animals all seemed to gather in reverence, really bothered him. It totally set off his whig-o-meter.
    What. The. Fuck.
    Now this is what his sarge would have classified as interesting.
    He moved closer, not even trying to hide, wanting a better glimpse of her before he acted. She seemed utterly oblivious to his presence.
    Like hello. Big bad wolf here.
    Big bad wolf who smelled like an itty bitty squirrel.
    Okay, so he’d give her a pass on smelling his presence. But still. What about her other senses? Did she not sense danger gazing upon her?
    I am here. Hear me howl. Awoo!
    Not a twitch.
    Oblivious about his arrival or choosing to ignore him? He’d wager a bit of both.
    Weird, but not as weird as the fact all the forest animals seemed to gaze upon her with utter adoration.
    Talk about really fucking freaky.
    Now, if he were Boris or Gene, he’d have probably hauled out his gun and shot her. His old army buddies lived by very simple rules: If you don’t like it, kill it.
    But, unlike Kyle and his crown of antlers, Brody tried to use his head for more than just a hat rack. It saw the woman, sitting crossed-legged atop the outcropping, her head tilted back, hair fluttering in a whirling breeze, forming a nimbus around her crown, and he thought, Interesting .
    As part of education in the spy arts, his sarge taught him to not kill interesting things unless he really had to. Keep the person of interest alive, he’d drilled. Bring them back for questioning. Ask them if they had something to do with the feral creatures of late who’d banded together and attacked the residents of Kodiak Point.
    Mission objective—capture the woman for questioning.
    First phase: how to get to her? And without drawing undue attention.
    For the moment, his target seemed oblivious to his presence, but that could quickly change. Brody wished he’d thought to bring a tranquilizer gun with him. Alas, he had only his knife and a regular pistol. And some cuffs. If he could get close enough, given his size advantage, he could surely subdue her and slip them on.
    But that required him approaching, which meant he’d have to either find a way around the furry sea, or he’d have to crush them. Not usually a squeamish guy, even Brody had to balk at the idea of stomping the little creatures. Yet what choice did he truly have?
    Sidling to the left while keeping her in sight, he barely dared to blink, lest she disappear again. He sought a clear path or at least one less rife with bodies. None appeared. She was like an isle amongst the creatures come to pay whisker-twitching homage.
    When no easy route availed itself, he realized there was nothing he could do. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he stepped forward.
    No crunch. He dared a peek down. The writhing bodies had parted for his foot. He watched as he lifted the other and aimed it over a few heads. They didn’t run. They didn’t squeak. How utterly uncanny. Yet, as his foot descended, they flowed out of the way, giving him a clear spot to land his toes.
    I am that bearded fellow from that Bible except I’m parting the furry sea.
    Brody made his way to the rocks without doing any damage. As soon as he proved close enough, he leapt on to a boulder, his bare toes gripping the rough surface. He glanced at his target to check on her status.
    During his entire trek, she hadn’t moved. Her head still remained thrust back, and her hair danced wildly, snapping as if alive with static electricity. For all he knew she was electric. The air this close to her definitely hummed, almost creating a music, one that vibrated against the edges of his consciousness.
    He ignored it as he crept closer. The creepy situation didn’t improve when he noted her eyes were wide open but rolled back, displaying only the white orbs. Totally not cool.
    While not a big watcher of horror movies, even Brody knew there was something