The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'
"You want facts? I'll give you facts. Your friend attempted to take over Texas and killed who knows how many hunters to feed an army of cryptids and possessed humans under his control. Then probably lured that titan rank cryptid to our gates just to get me and Scofield busy fighting against it. Those actions made him a criminal, but even those sins would have been forgiven by the government after he became a holy rank hunter. The rest of the facts and the answers to your questions are all under your nose, but you just don't want to see them." As he spoke, Jon poured his flask empty on the mug of coffee which by then barely contained any coffee in it.
"So that's why I bumped into him at the communication center in Santa Barbara. It wasn't an accident, but he also wasn't looking for me. He was trying to keep the communications down. This means..."
"Don't say it." Medusa clenched her fists as tears trickled down her blindfold.