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It had been a couple of years since Sully had received a phone call from a mystic called Madame Kiki. She operated a fortune telling service deep in Lousiana, far from where Sully was based but it was somewhere he visited while hunting a pack of werewolves. While he was there she helped him out and in the process she proved that her powers of foresight were far from a magicians trick.

[color=8493ca]"Hello Kiki, it's been a while. How can I help?"[/color] Connor's thick Welsh accent was foreign to the ears of most people he came across in the US, but it's tone was soothing to those that heard it.

[color=f6989d]"Well Connor you know I wouldn't bother you unless I saw something important."[/color] Kiki's voice was as caring and loving as that of a grandmother, unfortunately for her the body she was given didn't allow her to become one. [color=f6989d]"Recently a girl got killed working at a fun house. The police reported it as some sort of wild animal attack but it's definitely something up your street. If you are not busy could you come take a look?"[/color]

Sully didn't have any current cases to work on so his answer was immediate, [color=8493ca]"Yeah of course."[/color] He looked down at his watch quickly, a timepiece a slight bit too fancy for the typical hunter although he was anything but typical. [color=8493ca]"I should be able to get to your place by about..."[/color] 

Kiki interjected before he could say anything. [color=f6989d]"You're not coming to my place, you need to go to a town called Rilla. The girl worked at a haunted house, it's there she...you know..."[/color] Kiki trailed off, letting out a deep sigh.

[color=8493ca]"It shouldn't be too much further from you anyway, i'll get there by about 3pm tomorrow if I leave now."[/color] He picked up what he called his "ready to go bag" and made for the door of his apartment, not wasting any time. 

[color=f6989d]"You just be careful Connor...come see me when you're done."[/color] Kiki loved company, it gave her a chance to show off her amazing culinary skills. [color=f6989d]"Anyway I will let you go Connor, I can hear you half way out of the door already...as usual. I'll see you when it's all done."[/color]

[color=8493ca]"I'm just not a fan of time wasting."[/color] Sully let out a laugh before bidding Kiki farewell. [color=8493ca]"Take care."[/color] Ending the call Connor locked his door behind him and started on the long journey to Rilla.[color=ffffff][center][h2][sup]𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑[/sup][/h2][/center][/color]
Sully emerged from the hotel onto the highstreet that ran through Rilla after getting a quick power nap. He scanned the street taking in the number of people that vastly outweighed the size of the town. The girls death had not put anyone off from visiting, the town clearly made a living from the entire month of October. Even so Sully was there for a reason, the girl Megan. After some minor digging it didn't take long to find her parents house location, that was as good a place to start as any.

The roaring engine of his Mustang ceased as he turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car. He was wearing an all black suit that gave the distinct impression of someone who was more than just a simple detective. He reached inside his jacket pocket and pulled out an ID that read [i]Mark Evans, FBI.[/i] He always liked to double check the details of his identification, he didn't want to risk giving his cover away. Luckily for him the only real way his cover could be blown was through his own mistakes. His good friend Curtis hacked his way into the databases of all organisations that Connor had identification for and created actual records and back stories should any local forces ever try and check him out. Mark Evans moved to the US at the age of 16 before joining local law enforcement, eventually moving onto the FBI...thats what Curtis put in his record at least.

With ID in hand Sully made his way to the door and knocked with a firm fist. He intended to ask the usual generic hunter questions and also if possible, to search Megan's room for anything that could help him work out what he was dealing with. It took a moment but the door soon opened, [color=8493ca]"I am so sorry to bother you, my name is Detective Mark Evans, would it possible for me to come in?"[/color][/color]