Somewhere North of Milieux - Saturday Night

[time_watcher]

It was a stray weevil that had caught their attention

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[givemethehunt]

Dean pulled up in the Impala not long after the call.

"You called me to a fat camp?"

[time_watcher]

Jack was leaning against the SUV, Ianto sitting in the passenger side working on some equipment when Dean drove up.

Smiling at the young man, Jack shrugged broad shoulders.

"Don't say I never took you anywhere."

[givemethehunt]

"Well, gosh," Dean smirked. "If you needed moral support to get rid of those extra pounds there, Captain, all ya had to do was ask."

[time_watcher]

"Just more of me to love or squish you flat, depending." Jack returned without rancor.

Straightening he walked towards the back of the SUV waving a hand to Dean to follow. Once there, he triggered the back open and pulled the body bag over.

"Haven't eaten recently have you?" He asked before unzipping the bag and exposing it's half eaten contents.

If weevils were ugly alive, they definitely did not improve when dead.

"Ianto and I have been following what scant bits of information tie the remains of this weevil back to this area."

[givemethehunt]

"Dude. That's pretty vile." Dean held his arm up over his nose and mouth for a moment, scowling. "So, what? Black dog at the fat camp?"

[time_watcher]

Zipping the bag back up, Jack closed up the boot of the car once more and then he stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Don't know," he said. "We've been observing this place for about two hours now, haven't seen any movement though infrared insists there are about 3 readings, slightly above 98 degrees and 4 readings over 175."

[givemethehunt]

"Well, probably not ghosts, then. What're they shaped like?"

[time_watcher]

Walking back towards the front of the Range Rover, Jack leaned against the frame and waved Dean in front of him to look at the screen Ianto was working on.

"The three at just above 98 are humanoid," Ianto picked up the briefing smoothly. "The other four are smaller, possibly an animal like a large rat?"

It was a little hard to tell from the shape of the heat signatures. They were small, like the size of a cat but longer than any sort cat or small mammal.

[givemethehunt]

"So I'm assuming that you don't recognize the giant rodents?"

[time_watcher]

"Can't confirm that they are rodents," Jack said. "Well, we can confirm when we see them with our own eyes."

[givemethehunt]

"Who's doing the recon?"

[time_watcher]

"You came armed, yes?" Jack asked, pushing away from the SUV and starting towards the gate.

[givemethehunt]

Dean raised one eyebrow and smirked, then crooked his finger to tell Jack to follow him to the back of the Impala.

He opened the trunk, then the hidden compartment, stepped back, and crossed his arms.

[time_watcher]

Jack followed along with a curious expression, one that morphed into an expression of genuine appreciation for the stash!

"Niiicce," Jack said with admiration in his tone. "Might want to stock up a bit for this one."

[givemethehunt]

"Right, what we thinking, silver? Iron?"

[time_watcher]

"We're thinking something that could tear a fist sized chunk of flesh out of weevil hide," Jack said, already walking towards the gate. "Pack whatever you feel best covers your bets."