Chapter 11: The Master Plan

*Fernandez*

To get to the isolated, antique mansion that’s perched on a small hill, I proceed down the unpaved, dusty road. I hasten my pace as I near the gate of the house.

When I reach the iron bars of the gate, I take out my phone and dial a number. After dialing, I look up again and see a shining light coming from the roof of the house. I am sure it’s one of the guards watching me using some binoculars.

Ouma’s house is heavily guarded, which is common for the property of an elder. As much as we are hunters, oftentimes we made enemies and became the hunted.

Fighting evil comes with its set of dangers. Monsters that survived are always seeking revenge. The more we tried to kill them, the more they tried to do the same with us. We are a threat to their existence.

I hear a ringing on the other end of the line; once, twice, before a female voice picks up.

“It’s me. I’m at the gate,” I announce.

The phone line cuts and immediately the monstrous wrought-iron gate squeaks and swings ope