To Prey Upon. The Something Next. Everytime you open up your hole. Prey Tell. The leaden sky left no room for sun, no room to pretend you lived here, or pretend you lived anywhere. They only murdered Homo sapiens I didn’t like. Someone was following us. I could see it on the analytics. A suburb of Washington. This was a pro. But they made two mistakes. One was assuming I had no access to real time analytics. The second mistake was, again, assuming, there would be digital footprints, finger prints, phone data, tracking, files, histories, social media, and Authority Reports where everyone was listed and graded for their permanent record, only this time there was one. To prey upon. The summers of our secret vectors where we had a few secrets to be secret about.