Meanwhile..."I am approaching the coordinates" Said a female voice into a walkie talkie
"The Cult of Dei Mortis is in the area. Ensure they don't reach the Subject first."
"Understood."
The darkness of the woods surrounding Hannah seemed to be intensifying. While Maniacles had generously provided her with weapons and a couple gadgets to located the Subject, the only thing they provided for working without light was a tiny flashlight. Not one of those big ones the cops used, but seriously a tiny one that could fit in a back pocket.
She thought for a moment she could use the darkness to her advantage and avoid detection from the cult.
Then her flashlight illuminated something. A building. But this one was dark, small, simple. It wasn't the mansion the Subject was supposedly in. Then she heard singing...
@DealdricIt was something about being cursed 37 years ago. She figured it must be some mountain hick. The cultists could be chanting or whispering orders to each other, but wouldn't be singing at a time like this.
She walked around the house to see not one man, but two. Her gun was in its holster, and she was dressed simply. She decided to put on her act.
"Excuse me guys. I'm a little lost. I'm looking for my uncles mansion." She lied "Its pretty big, and hard to miss, but I have been looking around and can't seem to find it."