mar 3, 1996 - Dutch's forth tape recording.

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I thought I could wait. I thought that I could hold back and make my move at the right time. I couldn’t. Fuck! I had to find them! I needed to hunt it… or let it hunt me. I joined up with any private military company that was headed into the hot zone. I pulled every string, cashed out every favour just to follow the sweat and the death that attracted the demon. I eventually put together a team myself. Lost soldiers and haunted men, willing to fight and die wherever I led them. They thought that I was a legend, and I let them believe that.

I’m quiet and good at what I do. I needed them to see me as a legend so I could take them to die in the sweltering jungle. We went on more missions than I can remember. We didn’t fire until we were fired at. They thought that it was my code. It wasn’t. I was waiting and watching. Our last mission was an evac op in the Congo. A private munitions base had gone dark. When we arrived, they’d been dead for days. Bodies strung up on flood lights around the base. All of them skinned. Some missing skulls and spines.

We secured the site and waited for backup to arrive. In the heat of the day. I stared into the waves of heat coming off the concrete, thinking that any minute they may come alive as the invisible killer. And then they did. I didn’t wait. I unloaded every round I had. Trusting me, my team fired in the same direction. It wasn’t the first time I’d done it, but this time I knew what I was looking for. It was so fast. We couldn’t hit it. We panicked and stray round struck the crate of RPGs, and that explosion hit other munitions that exploded. By the time the smoke cleared, the demon was dead… but so were all my men. I took samples of its blood, pieces of its anatomy, and what tech that I could salvage, then I burned everything. Then I disappeared. I never checked in with HQ. As far as I know, I was counted among the dead.

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