Camp Walden Parent Trap の小説・ストーリー

Behind him were some of our best trackers—Natasha, Marcus, Devon, and several others. "Show me," my father said without preamble. I led them through the scene, pointing out the scent trails, the tire tracks, the places where Max and I had fallen. Natasha was already on her hands and knees, nose to the ground, her wolf senses sharper than most. "Wolfsbane concentration is high here," she reported. "Aerosol dispersal, probably from a small canister. Military grade, by the smell of it. Not something you can just buy at a supernatural supply shop."

Then everything inside me went cold. The campsite looked temporary but expertly constructed, the kind used by operatives who planned to disappear before anyone knew they had been there. A tarp held rows of equipment. Cameras. Radio receivers. A portable transmitter aimed unmistakably toward the packhouse. Professional grade. Clean lines. No fingerprints. The same make and model as the camera I had torn from the Alpha’s bedroom ceiling. Not amateur work. Not a wandering threat. Someone was watching us with intent. Scottie crouched beside a pile of trash near the trees. Chemical vials glinted in the fading light, empty syringes scattered on the ground like shed skins. The sour metallic scent r

I thought of another lie to give. " That day they stopped by to buy some gift for her mother-in-law" I lied and he wrote down again. " And Mr Dawson the last question, few days ago we tracked your car, it was the same location Miss Melanie and her dad were captured, please tell us , what were you doing there?" " I ... I... I went to see a friend" I stuttered and lied, I was short on words, I wouldn't have been caught if those fools didn't do that, I only planned to keep them for a night and make them regret.

They placed booby traps and trap wires outside the camp that triggered when there were intruders. “Hamid, the Egyptian, and Fischer, Anna’s husband got the south and east covered. You and I will be on the north and west. The camp is not that big, but we can’t allow anyone to slip inside.” “Copy that.” He looked over at me one more time before he stepped up the ladder. I couldn’t read his expression if he was annoyed or impressed. This dude certainly did know how to mask his emotions. I followed Colt to the watchtower—both were made of wood logs from pillar, wall, and flooring. Hamid already checked in on Colt’s walkie-talkie about the status.

Aiden Sydney had been missing for hours. I went to her old apartment, checked at Mike's place and both flats were unoccupied. Though her car was parked near the building. Did she run away with him? NO! My heart refused to believe that. My phone ran again and this time it was Michael – "We caught him, Mr Reiner," he said, "the suspect on that tape we caught." "Mike?" I inquired. "You won't believe what he was trying to do. He was attempting to blow up our weapons storage facility! We discovered him trying to enter with forged credentials. He is adamant on speaking with you. What are your recommendations? Should we contact the authorities?"

I say to Owen. Big pussy. He hates being here alone. Owen walks over to his father and takes his hand. “Can’t you come, Dad?” “No, buddy.” Cameron sighs, clearly feeling guilty. I smirk as I keep getting the things ready. “Owen, go and grab your sweater. We’ll have a campfire tonight. I bought marshmallows to roast on sticks.” “Yes!” Owen cries in excitement. “Where will we get the wood?” “I don’t know yet. We’ll find some.” Owen runs upstairs excitedly.

“So, what do we do.” “They are definitely planning on going to the campground. I just got a message that they were pulling several trailers. They watched as sleeping cots being offloaded along with footlockers and 1 of the trailers looked like it was a soundproof room.” Nezerra told them. Ashur started clinching his fist. His breath was growing rapidly. His anger was building. Mason put his hand on Ashur’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

she whispered in the tiger’s ear when they reach the old campsite. They had come to the outed campfire. The tents and horses and supplies were gone of course. Hayden and Titan had retrieved them. However, the fire marked the spot. The blackened logs and twigs were still there piled on top each other and surrounded by a short wall of rocks so that the fire did not spread. Sometimes they would even dig a tiny mote, just a few inches wide and a few inches deep in a circle around the fire. They would fill the mote with water. This was an extra precaution to stop the fire spreading. Cory noticed a mote around this one that had been filled in. Someone had been trying to get rid of signs that they

The safehouse was too quiet. Not the comforting kind of quiet—this was the sort that felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for something to snap. Holden stood by the window, back rigid, gaze fixed on the treeline outside. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t even pretended to. His entire body was one long, coiled wire. Tonight would decide everything. He’d set the trap hours ago. Motion-sensor cameras hidden along the ridge. Heat detectors buried near the old well. A silent alarm beneath the loose plank of the porch. And the biggest bait of all—

I realized this was the camp that Winston and Celia had been in. I couldn’t fathom why they’d brought my mother all the way out here. True, it was one of the oldest of the camps, but there was another one closer to our hometown. They had probably already planned to experiment on her when they caught her. Those bastards. I could feel my tension growing as we neared the Northland Camp. My excitement about finally killing the man who’d taken my mother from us was high, and I had to restrain myself. I didn’t want to give away my intentions.