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Kane came to backstage, alone on a trainers table. "Daniel!" He called out to the empty room. "Daniel?" He spotted the trainer, knocked out and lying in the corer of the room. FOLLOW THE BUZZARDS KANE written in the wall above him in red paint. "The hell do they want with me?" Cautiously he stood, taking a light step towards the doorway. Just outside lay another body. No blood, no visible wounds. He felt for the trainers pulse. Not dead, just unconscious.
Stepping outside he followed a path of people. Apparently the Wyatts had taken out everyone in their path. "Follow the buzzards." Kane muttered to himself. Following the path he found the occasional red arrow, urging him along. Taped to the backdoor of the arena was a hastily scrawled note. "C'mon on home Kane, you know where to find us." Damned if he didn't know exactly where to find them. He never wanted to return to that house ever again.
But someone had to free Daniel.