A Silent Tail

As Anne and I bury an associate's...mess up, we remain vigilant, looking for the sign Uncle Orso promised we would soon see. In our one moment of repose, we hear a strange clamor through the woods.

By the time we turn around all we see is...tail? A strange, silent, faster than light tail, one in which we did not recgoinze. I do not have a good feeling about this.

Benny "The Tank"