Around 9 in the evening, I received a message with GPS coordinates and a retrieval code that I'm supposed to message back to this same contact number. I imagine it is one that is meant to be thrown away and not truly attached to the seller.
Using the message feature to open the phone's map app directly, I see that it was an abandoned lot behind a long defunct paper mill (according to the location ratings) miles outside the city proper. Which is to say, quite close to the railyard I've already been to and way down by the industrial district.
I was to arrive between 2:00 and 4:00 AM, alone, and text the code. Every royal instinct told me this was potentially a trap. Yet, if these hunters operated within the Council's broader framework, then openly attacking a werewolf without provocation would violate their own protocols.
