Barry turned in the direction of the gunshots and, seconds before, a high-pitched, inhuman shriek. That could only mean one thing: someone on the team had encountered a hunter.

"Shit." He cursed and ran as fast as he could toward the sound's last location and found the body of Charlie lying on the ground, all over the ground actually. He saw something that could have been an arm, maybe a head, was that his heart? Barry forced himself to look away and focused instead on the body of the fallen beast. There didn't seem to be any wounds on it at all, except…

"What the hell?" Barry said to no one. There was a hole in the hunter's forehead, a hole that was just the size of a 9mm round.

Wait a minute, if the hunter killed Charlie, then who killed it? Someone else must have been here…

Barry inspected the ground around the bodies but didn't find anything. As he stood up thought, his head hit something small and heavy and he reached up to find out what it was. It was something hanging off a branch: an earring.

Alicia…

More than likely she had gotten there, following the gunshots as Barry himself had, just as Charlie had been killed by the hunter and then killed it. But Alicia wasn't that good of a shot, she could barely hit a brick wall with a sub-machine gun. So--

Wait a minute she wanted to split up, and she seemed rather enthusiastic about it too. Did she have something to do with this? And besides, she's the only one on the team who wore earrings…did she…? No, she wouldn't kill Charlie!

Barry stood still with his thoughts for a moment, and then something else clicked.

The bullet hole in the hunter's head! Charlie couldn't have done it, so Alicia must have done it after Charlie was dead…but did she let it kill him? No, that can't possibly be true…

Barry was confused, but knew that he had to keep a close eye on Alicia from now on.

***

"How could I have been so stupid? I can't believe I lost one of my earrings!" Alicia raged, reprimanding herself for leaving evidence behind at the scene of Charlie's murder. She had made so sure that there were no footprints or anything else incriminating but when she stood up she had brushed her head against a branch and her clip-on must have come off; she didn't even notice. Now Barry or someone else was probably piecing together clues right now…well she'd take care of them, all of them.

Besides, she still had the rest of the team to take out; now that Matt and Charlie were gone, Kevin was next. He was the most intelligent, next to good ol' Barry, and the next likely person to be able to piece together what was going on, the guy was a former FBI agent for crying out loud. No, he had to go next. But she had to figure out how to do it. She couldn't shoot him; it'd be too much of a giveaway to leave a bullet hole behind again. She needed another method. Someone, well something more likely, would have to do it for her.

But what should do it?

Of course, the M-56! First chance to see what it does against organic things, should be interesting.

She still had to find Kevin though, which shouldn't be too hard. She'd planted tracers, very small of course, on each of their vests so she'd be able to find and kill them more quickly. She found the blip that represented Kevin on her tracker, slipped it back into her front pocket, and set out for her target. In the meantime, she pressed the button in her glove that kept the B.O.W.'s away from her just so that there weren't any surprises.

She didn't have to go far in order to find Kevin; he was checking his gun while leaning against a tree. It looked like he was out of breath; he must have just had an encounter with a creature. Judging from the pissed-off look that he was giving his gun, it was either jammed or broken. Either way, he wouldn't be using it, which was perfect for her; he wouldn't be able to fight back against the M-56. Alicia signaled for the bird-monstrosity to come out of hiding and waited for the show.

***

"That was definitely not fun, zombies suck." Kevin gasped for air as he leaned against the tree; he'd just had a run in with some sort of super zombie. It wasn't the kind that stumbled around, it had run at him and tried to rake him with claws or something, and it had a red head, like blood red. Whatever it was, it had damaged his gun and Kevin had had to run like hell to get away from it. He finally climbed a tree to get away from it and the mindless creature hadn't known where he went. After it had left, Kevin had climbed down and ran as fast as he could in the other direction, not caring who or what heard him; he just wanted to get away.

"There are some seriously screwed-up things in these woods. Why can't we just nuke it?" Kevin asked no one in particular. He started to walk back in the direction that he thought the downed 'copter was in when he heard an unearthly cry. It sounded like a cross between nails on a blackboard, an opera singer gone out of control, and tires squealing on pavement. He looked around for the source of the noise, but didn't see anything. Confused, he threw his head back to stretch…and opened his eyes. What he saw almost made him crap himself.

It was that bird-thing, the one that had attacked their 'copter. Except now it looked pissed and it was headed right for him! Kevin ran as fast as he could away from it, but not fast enough. The thing's talons clawed at his back, leaving long gashes on his back at least 12 inches long. Kevin didn't cry out, but he almost collapsed form the pain, but he kept on running; he had to get away from this thing. It cried out once again and swooped down, but Kevin was ready. He jumped up at the last second and somehow managed to get on the thing's back. But it was too smart. It immediately flipped over and smashed itself, back first, into the ground with the force of 500 pounds. There was a loud crunch, and then the beast flew back upward, satisfied with its kill.

Kevin's body lay beneath where the monster had been, but it was a bit flat and there were innards oozing out in places and bones sticking out in other locations. Needless to say, another member was just destroyed by…something.

***

Alicia stood over the flat body of Kevin with a triumphant look on her face. Everyone was dead except for Barry. He'd be the hardest, but it could be done. Everyone could be defeated as long as you had the right tools, and she had some of the deadliest ones ever up her sleeve.

"Afraid there won't be anyone else reporting for duty captain, they all had…accidents." Alicia grinned an evil grin and pulled out her locator, which now only had one blip on it: Captain Burton.

"Come and get me Captain."