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“What species are we dealing with? The briefing said unidentified primate.” Bo pulled out a photograph and held it up, the image Elin had taken during the campground attack showing the creature in full daylight. The assembled group went silent, and Elin watched understanding and disbelief war across their faces. “Working theory is Gigantopithecus or a related species,” Bo said, which was the official way of avoiding saying what everyone was thinking.<\/p>\n

“What matters for operational purposes is that it’s intelligent, extremely strong, and has shown it can take multiple gunshot wounds and continue fighting. We’re not dealing with a standard bear or mountain lion. This requires different tactics.” He outlined the plan: four teams of eight to ten people each, sweeping different sectors of the gorge and the surrounding forest, communicating via radio and maintaining visual contact.<\/p>\n

If anyone spotted the creature, they were to call it in immediately and wait for backup before engaging. The goal was to corner it in a kill zone where concentrated fire could bring it down. “Rules of engagement are simple,” Bo continued. “If you see it, you shoot it. Aim for the head or chest, multiple rounds, and keep shooting until it stops moving.<\/p>\n

Do not attempt to capture or tranquilize. Do not approach a downed animal until we confirm it’s dead. And do not, under any circumstances, separate from your team.” Elin was assigned to Team Two along with Wyatt, Caleb, and seven others. Their sector covered the eastern approach to the gorge, the route the creature had likely taken to reach Pine Ridge. Bo gave them two hours to gear up and prepare, and Elin used the time to check her weapons and try to get her head straight.<\/p>\n

She’d borrowed a heavier rifle from the armory, a .338 Winchester Magnum that kicked like a mule but could punch through engine blocks. Her shoulder protested when she lifted it, the separated joint grinding in ways that made her eyes water, but she gritted her teeth and worked through the pain. Better a fucked shoulder than a crushed skull. Wyatt found her behind the ranger station, sighting in the new rifle on a makeshift range.<\/p>\n

His head wound had been stitched and bandaged, and he moved like everything hurt, but his eyes were clear and focused. “You doing okay?” he asked. “Define okay.” Elin fired, the rifle’s crack echoing across the valley, and saw the round punch through the paper target dead center. “I’m functional. That’s about as good as it gets right now.”<\/p>\n

“Bo wants us ready to move in thirty minutes. Says we’re taking the eastern ridge, see if we can pick up the creature’s trail from this morning.” Elin lowered the rifle and looked at him directly.<\/p>\n

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The rod bent and he grinned despite the pain in his lower back and the arthritis creeping through his knuckles, because some things were worth the hurt and this stretch of the Cutthroat River was one of them. He’d been coming to this gorge for thirty years, ever since he was young enough to hike the six miles in without his knees screaming at him the whole way back. The canyon walls rose three hundred feet on either side, dark stone slick with moss and runoff, and the river moved fast and cold between them, cutting through wilderness so remote that most people didn’t even know it existed.<\/p>\n

Harlan preferred it that way. He’d spent three days alone out here and hadn’t seen another soul, just the way he liked it. The trout fought hard and he let it run, giving line and then taking it back, working the fish toward the shallows where the current broke over smooth stones worn round by centuries of water. The sun angled low through the gap in the canyon and turned the spray golden, and for a moment Harlan forgot about his bad back and his ex-wife and the bills piling up back home.<\/p>\n

There was just the fish and the river and the clean smell of pine and stone. He was reaching for his net when he heard the rocks shift behind him. The sound came from upstream, where the canyon narrowed and a rockslide years back had left a jumble of boulders the size of small cars scattered along the bank. Harlan glanced over his shoulder but saw nothing except shadows deepening between the stones as the sun dropped lower. Probably a deer, he thought, or maybe an elk coming down to drink.<\/p>\n

He turned back to the fish and guided it into the net, lifting it clear of the water to admire the pink stripe along its flank before working the hook free and releasing it back into the current. The smell hit him as he straightened up, strong enough to make his eyes water.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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