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Seattle, Washington
March 25th 2035
Nervously looking down at his phone, Winston Ang sat at his desk waiting for Redhawk to pick up. Looming over his shoulder was Zhang. His eyes were no longer covered by sunglasses. Winston couldn’t look at them. Finally, they heard Redhawk’s voice.
“What’s so urgent?” the Potawatomi chief asked. “I was about to call you, but I’ve got a lot going on here.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure you got my message,” Winston responded. When you called me last week, you asked if we were still tracking the Bigfoot. And I said no. Well that’s not quite true. They’re back moving around.”
“Interesting. Are you sure?”
“We are.”
“Where?”
“Primarily the Olympic Peninsula and around you. We thought you should know.”
Redhawk said nothing.
Finally, with a nudge from Zhan
