The rescue!

Just as the werewolf is about to bite you, a gunshot rings through the air. The wolf staggers, before a second gunshot rings out and it falls down dead. Looking up, you see a tall man in the shadows. He comes into the light, saluting you, and you see he is wearing an SAS uniform. "Captain Browne of the SAS," he says. "I suppose you're one of the reporters here, aren't you?"

"Yes," you reply.

"Well, I'm sorry to break it to you, but you REALLY shouldn't be here."

"But I'm supposed to be reporting on the missing team!"

"No, really, you're not. You're just fodder for the Special Forces. They only sent you here because their last experiment with the archaeological team didn't work; they found out nothing. Don't you get it? They want you to disappear courtesy of whatever's here! Now, come with me and I'll get you out of here."

Written by The Burner of Worlds

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