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Prologue Saturday August 3rd, 2002. It was a peaceful night in rural Tennessee. The soft breeze ruffled the leaves in the trees, the sound of crickets chirping rang through the cool, stagnant, summer air. A black corvette slowly parked on a dirt road behind a set of trees with its headlights off, well hidden from site. Inside the corvette the light of a cigarette winked fitfully in the dark. The driver's window then rolled down and the head of a figure peaked out. The figure examined the area to make sure it was deserted. The figure was then fully sure the place was clear, and brought its head back in the in the vehicle. The interior lights were then turned on to reveal a teenaged boy with half-lit cigarette hanging from his mouth. Sitting next to him was a girl the same age as him. "yeah… we'll give em' somethin' ". the boy said in a low voice. "A night to remember". A sly grin slid across his face. "sure." the girl said with slow sigh. He touched the nape of her neck. "I think I'm goanna let you pull the string".
The boy then opened the trunk, took out a pitcher, set a bucket on the ground, then got a number of tools from his kit. He stuffed them in his back pocket, and grabbed a brown bag from the seat, screws clinked inside. He worked without hurry, with easeful concentration. Stealthily he and the girl made their way across the field, towards the building in the center. The boy switched on his flashlight and aimed it at the sign that stood before it. "COUNTRY BEAR HALL" the sigh read.