it had been just over eight hours since ressler fell off the grid. he was supposed to be checking out a cabin within the secluded part of a forest in alaska but he hadn’t been heard from since.

the task force had sent out a few agents to go and track him down.

it was dark out - just passed 10pm and ressler was rushing through the dark forest, his breathing fast and heavy.

he was being hunted, but not by something. by someone.

he had a yellow tag attached to his ear as an animal would when getting poached.

he had minimal injuries but was a bit disheveled. he didn’t have his gun on him.