The pile of folders on the desk seemed to be never ending. The data collected in these reports was of utmost importance. For once everything seemed to be going as planned. Opportunities were presenting themselves like they never had been before. That girl, Rosalyn, could be the key to them finally catching that creature... For him to catch Slenderman.

James leaned back in his office chair, casually reading the newest folder of data on Rosalyn and her predicament. It was really nothing out of the ordinary, he had seen countless of situations such as this before in other cases.

Tracking Slenderman throughout the years, one could clearly see a pattern of how his victims went through the phases. Rosalyn was no different. James did not have to guess what the ending of this case might become.

It was somewhat rare for the organization to catch a hunt this early on. Rosalyn seemed to be more irrational when he compared her to other past victims. Usually the unfortunate soul being hunted by Slenderman would take more time trying to convince themselves the whole situation was all in their head. Rosalyn seemed to have accepted her fate quicker than usual. James deducted it could be potentially due to her more reclusive nature. Her social contact with others had not been as strong as past victims which could potentially explain why this hunt was going along faster than usual. While seemingly accustomed to her predicament, James noted Rosalyn was still rather fearful, but then again they usually all were before the beginning of the end.

While Rosalyn was not the ideal specimen to help them catch the creature, she was easy to keep tabs on. She kept herself secluded in her home, and seemed to only leave on rare occasions. Rosalyn was deep enough into her "Slender Sickness" to where social isolation was a sign of the hunt progressing but to James he wasn't sure if Rosalyn was secluding for only this reason or if it was just her personality. Slenderman seemed to still be in the phase of toying with her. If the organization could predict the future outcomes correctly, they should be able to corner the creature before he took even more lives.

Oh how James relished in that fact. Slenderman had slipped through his fingers one too many times. The creature seemed to always find a way to escape in the end and fulfil his killings before James could stop him. James had lost many comrades throughout the years trying to stop these heinous acts from happening and... even more than that.

Continuing his reading, James noted how Rosalyn seemed to have been more withdrawn than usual recently (if that was even possible). The sickness seemed to be quite strong within her, more than for most this far into the hunt. She had been sick for almost a complete month at this point. She had to be feeling very weak and exhausted. Who knew how bad her mental health was at this point. James noted that she had not started acting too irrational yet though... The sickness must not have infected her head enough yet.

The report went on to list another occurrence of the proxies being in close contact with Rosalyn the other night at her residence. There was no significant data to suggest that the creatures knew of the organization's presence or not but knowing how keenly sly Slenderman's henchmen were, they must have sense that Rosalyn had been in contact with James and the organization at some point. He was not too worried though as the perimeter was secured and all potential factors were taken into consideration. The creature was not going to outsmart him this time...

The whole subject was somewhat odd for James. He couldn't really figure out why the creature was after this girl. She seemed to be nothing special. Almost too easy of a kill for Slenderman. Maybe this was some kind of trick to confuse the organization or perhaps Slenderman was simply wasting time until a more suitable prey could be found. Slenderman already had victims in this area. Usually the creature would leave before things became too obvious of it's whereabouts. That was one reason why he was so hard for James to track down. Killings happened at random places and then had no trace to follow.

When the time was right, they had a plan to put in action. Once Rosalyn was desperate enough, they would set up a trap. They would lure Slenderman in to finish his killing. Rosalyn was a means to an end hopefully, come what may. James would not risk messing this plan up when the setting seemed almost too easy to accomplish. He needed to finally put an end to Slenderman... for all of them.

While the organization wanted to keep Slenderman alive, for whatever means James wasn't quite sure, he had no interest in studying the creature further. It needed to be killed. The organization had given James a means to an end based on his unique knowledge on Slenderman. The could screw themselves before James ever changed his mind on Slenderman's demise. They could have the creature after it was dead. They would have to deal with it.

James sighed, running his finders through his already frazzled hair. He hoped this would be the final time he would have to go through this process. Years of work with still no strides towards his end goal was incredibly frustrating. Nevertheless, there were still other cases he needed to work on. He could not put all his focus on this one case even if he wanted to. He started to read through another report on his desk, tossing Rosalyn's to the side again. It seemed the studies at the lab had been going well on his last catch. Every creature caught helped to protect the lives of the innocent. At least he could say he was apart of that. But the aspect of studying these creatures no longer interested him like it did the scientists, he supposed throughout the years in the field he had gotten a bit numb to the idea.

James continued on with his reports well into the night. Nothing that he wasn't used to. The desire for something more meaningful to complete was always in the back of his mind but he supposed even being a hunter for the organization had its normalcies. James groaned, he hoped he could leave for the night soon. The paperwork was never-ending and tiring. He ran all his tasks through his mind, checking them off as he went. Checking his email one last time, he questioned the completion of his tasks, hoping there would be no more for the night. Seeing that his email was empty gave him no sense of relief, but did signal the end of his night. He sighed with completion, getting up from his chair and reaching for his coat jacket hanging on the back of it. He thought of his apartment he was returning to momentarily. He mused on what he would do to end the night, he was sure a beer would be waiting for him in the fridge.

He pulled his keys out of the coat jacket he now wore, getting ready to close up shop for the night. Everything seemed ready to be securely locked in for another night. He made his way to the door, turning off the light before stepping out and locking the door. He turned, ready to leave... when he heard it. Was that his phone ringing? Why would someone from the organization be calling him this late?

He fumbled for his keys again trying to catch the caller before it went to voicemail. Turning on the light he reached for the phone. What the caller relayed to him sent his mind on hyperdrive.

It was time.

He practically darted to the center console on the opposite side of his office, slamming a button down with force. Lights started to flash as sirens stirred to life and blared. He flew down the stairs, the men starting to run to their stations. He shouted a few commands as he reached for his own weapons and equipment. Slender was not going to get away from him this time...

The chirping and whirring of bats overhead was incredibly noticeable tonight. Those wretched creatures seemed to be everywhere and nowhere all at once. As it usually was during dusk.

Slenderman tried to ignore them. But he was teetering on the verge of impatience. He awaited the report from his proxies after a few days of surveillance. They had not yet returned from outside the woods.

Slenderman's appendages were beginning to coil and flick around slightly as he continued to wait. This girl he mused had no idea what was to come next, even he didn't fully yet. He toyed with some ideas in his thoughts. How would she go out? Images of other victims' last moment replayed in his mind's eye, choosing some of his favorites to relive. The other victims from this town had been a bit boring to hunt. There really was no effort that had been put in, especially when it had been those two drunken idiots. Sure, they seemed to stand a chance with their muscular young physiques, but to a creature like him that was a foolish thing to think. Those two had simply been a means to pass time, a means to end his cravings in a sense. Before coming to this place he had not hunted for a while. Honestly he had not expected to still be in this place but opportunity when spotted could not be ignored. The excitement of planning a hunt was too much enjoyment...

Just then he heard a twig snap to his right behind him. He went on alert for a second before sensing the closeness of his proxies. It seemed that he would have to wait no longer.

He turned to face them. Nothing was said but the command was known.

The proxies stared at their master. His demeanor was not lost on them. This did make them a little nervous to deliver the news but it was understandable. The proxies themselves had been growing weary. There had not been much new to report recently. They really despised this limbo time that sometimes occurred during a hunt, but they knew their master would be preparing to end the hunt soon. They were ready to move on to new hunting grounds. This location was becoming too vulnerable. Slenderman knew this fact quite well. It was not unaware to him that the SPC Foundation had located them once more. This was not a particularly concerning situation, but seemed to persist as an annoying thorn in Slenderman's side. They might have to leave this location sooner than he thought depending on what roadblocks the foundation had set up this time. Although they did have that young director at the helm of this investigation... It would be entertaining to see how far he had come since their last encounter. Slenderman was at ease with this hunt going smoothly though. The female victim was practically ready. He just wanted to plan out her demise in more detail.

One of his proxies cleared his throat, knocking Slenderman back into the present ready to hear the report...finally.

"She has been in routine..." Masky stepped forward slightly deciding to speak for his colleagues. "Nothing new as of late but she seems very reserved, the sickness must be overwhelming." He stated.

Slender seemed to acknowledge the report. Of course there was nothing new to say. In some sense that was perfect, this would be easy and she was going to be too sick soon to realize he had already taken her mind. In some sense though, he wished the agency would influence her to do something to try and capture him again. He would love to make them all look stupid.

The proxies knew he had heard them, message received. Masky stepped back in place with his accomplices waiting silently for a new order. He mused patrol of the forest boarders may be next. Had to keep an eye out for any competition or complications...

No new orders were relayed.

Slender seemed preoccupied with something all of a sudden the proxies noticed. He stood taller (if that was even possible), posing a bit more menacingly as his back appendages started swaying slowly again. The proxies aired their confusion, daring to take glances at each other to see if the feeling was mutual. Something was going on, they could feel it.

Slender seemed to regain himself as he stared at them directly. Immediately they sensed an order come through to them. He had sensed the girl, she was heading towards their territory.