Standing outside the locked gate to an old looking circus that had obviously been shut down for years, Soap stared down at the beeping tracker in his hand.

"He's definitely in there."

I looked up at the tattered tents towering over us from deep in the fairgrounds, and a shiver went down my spine.

Soap shook his head. "Let's go."

He forced open the locked side gate just enough for the two of us to slip through.