A Millennium Behind

Have you ever read that meme that said something like, "I don't run, so if you see me running, it is because something is after me."? Yeah, that was how I was right now. And I knew that it wasn't helping in the least.

I had been on enough forensic investigations in the forest to know that I was leaving an easy trail to follow in my haste to get away from whatever heat signature I saw a few minutes ago. Hell, I might as well be holding up a sign saying, "Find me at the end of the yellow brick road." Especially to a seasoned hunter.

And if it was a Saalistaja following me, then I needed to be a lot smarter than I currently was.

I stopped suddenly and collected my thoughts. I had never been a hunter myself, although I might have had more than one fantasy about hunting in a forest with one of my more annoying co-workers. But when his body didn't show up the next day to work… well, I wasn't willing to take the chance.