Operation: Yukon

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We sanitised everything before we left. Siphoning off the gas from one of the trucks gave us more than enough fuel for the job. The cap did the business with the Alma in the mineshaft; he wouldn’t let any of the rest of us do it. We burned the big wolf in the hallway of the research station and helped the fire spread to the rest of the center and the outbuildings.

It was getting on for night-time again by the time we drove the remaining truck back into town. The cap called in the all-clear and the sheriff treated us to beer and pizza in the local bar while we waited for the choppers to bring back her people and take us away.

“And what do I do if we didn’t get them all?” she said as we all lit up smokes and relaxed for the first time since our arrival.

“There’s money in Bigfoot stories isn’t there?” the cap said. “Spread the word on the internet and you’ll be up to your arse in tourists, conspiracy theorists, cryptozoologists and nutjobs in no time. It’d put the town on the map again though?”

“Alternatively, you could just give me a call,” I said.

“I could just give you a call anyway,” she replied, and gave me a long warm kiss that still had me smiling hours later as the chopper took us up and away on the first leg of the long trip home.