Metztli kept himself in the shadows as he watched through the trees. He could see an old building, at least a hundred years old, hidden in the woods, and a nondescript, windowless van parked next to it.
He smiled to himself, the corners of his mouth curling up slowly. This would be easy, he thought.
Metztli stalked the men like a panther as they set up their perimeter. From his vantage point overlooking the old building, he could see them laggardly moving to pepper themselves around the aged structure. He waited until the men were comfortable in their guarding spots to give them a false sense of calm.
While waiting patiently, hidden in the forest’s foliage, he found some mud underfoot. He smiled at the simple find and began rubbing the silt over his exposed skin. He didn’t want his scen
