Claes slid out of his seat a heartbeat after Max, rolling up his coat sleeve and pulling a knife from his belt. Joining the task forces leader again, he drew the blade across the back of his left forearm with nothing more than a clench of his jaw. The cut bled freely onto the ground and he used a finger to draw a Circle on the ground around the body.

"Salt would work better I suppose but I think we're on a time table. With any luck this should keep it here and if not..."

He wiped his hand and knife on the victims clothing, leaving enough for him to track by it it got away. Clasping a hand over the still bleeding wound, he jogged back to the car and pulled a first aid kit from the trunk, slapping a dressing over the cut before returning and drawing his pistol.