Predator, Part 2

There was a low, cold rumbling laughter that differed vastly from the Trickster’s crazy cackle, but also felt quite similar in how they both raised the hairs on the back of Sam’s neck.

“You’re not powerful enough to interest me, pretender,” Apex spat.

The villain paused suddenly, his head tilting slightly to the left as if he were listening to someone whispering in his ear.

“Yes, yes, you’re right,” Apex said to the empty air. “They must know something. They wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

Sam wondered if Apex didn’t have his version of Chiron whispering in his ear. He didn’t get to ask though because Apex’s golden cat’s slit eyes snapped back on Sam and his friends, and the intensity in his gaze unnerved Sam.

The villain searched their faces and saw the truth in their expressions. “I’m here for that which you’ve uncovered…the path to the Golden Fleece.”

“How did you—”