***Jaylie
“Saddle up guys! This should be our last rodeo!” I yell at my team, standing on the side of my Jeep. After eight years of countless battles, hundreds of wounds, fathomless hours of research, and more miles than we can count, we have narrowed down the next attack, which is within miles of our newly found location of the hunters’ leader. This has been the longest game of chess I have ever played and I am ready to be crowned the victor. It is a little before noon on May 13th, 2003 - Clint’s birthday. We are currently driving into Los Angeles. If our calculations are correct, the next hit will be made at the terriory Betas Convention. We had given word to Great Alpha Tatro that we suspected this and he sent word with Beta Konane, but the other betas felt they could handle any threat
