“At risk of sounding absurd,” Chris sighed, “We can rule out any and all wildlife that could be expected to come around here. Larger than a wolf, yes, but the bite-marks aren’t the same shape as the mouth of a bear, which I could probably assume to be the largest animal that we’re going to encounter up here.”

 Chris stared at the images once again. He had a thought. It pained him to even consider it based on its level of absurdity, but the famous Sherlock Holmes quote rung in his head. [i]When you rule out the possible; whatever remains, no matter how plausible, must be the result.[/i]

 “The problem with assuming that it’s a human is that this kind of wound could not be replicated with any tool that I’m aware of… And that leaves only the things that… should not be real.”

 With those last words he picked up one of the images. Heavy gashes from apparent claws dragged across the chest mixed with those dreaded bite-marks once more. The image of a monster from television and movies sparked into his mind, parallel to those images that haunted him since that one night as a student. If one existed, it was probably safe to assume that the other existed as well.

 He scanned his brain for a way he could state this that wouldn’t question his ability or his credentials. He was a professional after all.

 He churned out these last words as he tried his best to keep a neutral face, “Either some kind of genetic experiment is happening up here, or we’re dealing with something [i]supernatural[/i] in nature. Perhaps this… Cutter can explain more on the situation. At the end of the day, somehow that’s the only explanation that makes a lick of sense.

 He pulled off his glasses and rubbed at his eyes for a second. God, was he tired, and frustrated. His anger was reaching the surface, and would probably break him before he could break anything else.

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