Tadeusz:
Across the river is a stream, and laying across it are two adjacent logs of about the same size, and stripped of branches. It could be accident....
...or a bridge. And a bridge is usually part of a trail from one place to another. This bears investigation and I've been my own best client of late. I removed and powered off the multivisor, then replaced it in my pack. I never drew a paycheck from the Bethany Mission, but they did have nice gear.
Bird packs that dive like a flight of Stukas... Crocodiles into synchronized swimming... Rhinophants... I'm not sure where I was, but I know I've never been here before.
The animals movements looked somehow choreographed. That implied an artificial environment waaaaay beyond what Walt Disney ever produced. I thought for the briefest moment about taking a shot at Mister Rhinophant, but the biggest caliber I had was .30-06. It's a good caliber for deer, but almost useless for that guy. I'm not even sure that a Holland and Holland double rifle in .700 Nitro Express would do much to hurt it.
Of course, I didn't have an H&H double rifle. I saw some of them once in a factory gun room in The Big Apple. It was on a bodyguard run for a Chicago based big game hunter. His specialty was African jungles. Mine was urban jungles. He treated me like his guide and gun bearer, and the pay almost made up for it. I might have been able to buy one of their double rifles if I had sold everything I owned except for the clothes on my back... and gotten a good sized bank loan... and then robbed the bank. Did I mention that the rifles were kind of pricy?
Nothing was happening up here, so I made myself a short mental to do list.
"First, don't get eaten. Second, follow trail from bridge. Third, find out just what was going on." It was time to get started on my list.