A red jeep slid stealthly down the road, about a half mile past where Clark had pulled off with Chloe. The driver hopped out and walked around back, opening the trunk under pretense of getting out a jack to prop up the car for a supposedly blow tire before slipping over to the side nearest the forest. Hunkered down near the rear wheel, protected from view by the dense metal frame, the driver popped opened a silver utility case and lugged a high-powered camera out, assembling it with a certainty only earned after years of practice. The hands scuttled up and down the surface, inserting pieces here and parts there, before it was completed. Gracefully, the driver hauled it up on his shoulder and focused the camera easily, peering down the long barrel half a mile away. There, he saw the young Kent kid frisking a young woman with blonde hair he recognized from the school, his best territory. In fact, now was the first time he'd followed Kent beyond there, knowing all too well his powers of observation. He'd almost rooted him out numerous times, and he was a professional with years of training under his belt, though by the look of him, no one would have guessed it. Shooting a few pictures of the two, Kent pulled the girl playfully into the forest, moving deeper than his camera could see. 'This was not in the job description,' the man sighed, unmounting the camera and returning it the trunk. Now, he had to move onto more important matters that snapping a few shots of his prey.

Hoping back into the jeep, the energetic, middle-aged man pulled back out on to the road trying to pass as a freeway, this time going toward Kent's truck. Peering out the tinted window, he saw Kent leading his little friend, Sullivan, even deeper into the woods. 'Not a good sign,' he thought, realizing they were only a half mile from his uni-bomber style cabin that housed all his research on the kid. He could, under no circumstances, find his nook. Or had Kent found him out already and was going to show his reporter friend? Or had he simply taken her there for a little private romp in the woods, away from the prying eyes of parents? After all, his were the prying type, that he knew. Seeing no sense in taking chances, he waited till the road cleared and pulled into the woods half a mile down the road.

Hiding his jeep in the wilderness, the man pulled a black case from under the rear seat, placing it lightly on the passengars side. Popping it open, he gazed lovingly at his prized rifle, his favorite baby for off-the-books, clandestine work. Just as skilled with a rifle as a camera, he set up the gun. Fingering through the case, he snapped open a bullet case and fingered a line of normal bullets back, revealing a row of tranquillizers, ranging from lethal to five minute sleepers. He grabbed four tranq darts, two red and two green. The green were metoerite tipped, special for this job, provided by his employer. They held a nearly lethal combination of sedative, usually reserved for elephants and particually fiesty tigers. While at first he had doubted their nessacity and tried to refuse them, he now knew from his in-depth study of Kent that he was no normal human being. He hoped the little bit of juice in these pellets would be enough to take down the young man, even if they could take down elephants. The red, however, were for the girl. Not lethal in any aspect, they'd only put her out for about ten minutes, more than enough time to make his get away. With practiced and down right unnerving easy, he loaded them into the gun and cocked it as a slow, malevolent smile crept into place. This, while not as thrilling as hunting for the kill, was better than any action he'd had all month. There was no doubt in his mind. 'This,' the shameless grin upping in wattage on the now loathsome, twisted face, 'this is going to be fun.'

The driver moved with agility one typically saw on a jungle cat, that was totally out of place in his current exterior, as he stepped soundlessly through the forest into place. It would have been obvious to most casual observer he had done this before, many times, and had enjoyed it. There were none, however, as his speed and percision of his movements failed to announce his presence to even the watchful hawks above. He was a creature of the shadows; this was where he worked best, and any enemy he had crossed had not lived long enough to remember that fact. This particular mission was among the simplest he'd done, and if it hadn't paid so well, he would never had taken it. Stealthly, he stalked on, settled in the forest in the deepest shadown he could find, Kent in his sights as he gently exerted force on the trigger biding his time until he could be sure to hit his target, right on, both shots. 'Three...forward a little...two...to the right now...one...easy, stay there, stop that damn pacing...one...alright...NOW!'

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