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Hiawatha National Forest
UP, Michigan
October 22nd 2032
Birgit glanced at the backpack next to her on the floor of the US Fish and Wildlife Service’s truck and for the hundredth time wondered what was in that sample bag. The strange scrap of material from the Sasquatch (she couldn’t bring herself to call it flesh or skin since it didn’t seem to be either) hinted at something unreal, otherworldly even. The feel of it beneath her fingertips had sparked a memory from her microbiology classes at the University of Wisconsin. Whatever this stuff was, it was tantalizingly familiar, and yet had anyone asked her, she would have sworn she’d never seen anything like it before.
She sighed. The answer would come to her. The immediate problem was what to do next. She was safe, though that didn’t
