Found them. Both of them, I believe.
I'd forgotten how fast he was, and after those dumbass kids ran into the bathroom and got out of my way, I had to chase him down the street a few blocks, into the forest. Ultimately got him cornered in an old barn of some sorts. But right after I caught him, he vanished. I think he jumped out of a window or something.
The other one was there, too, I could feel him just lingering. Never got a glimpse, but I know he was there. The old man said he'd take care of him, but I don't think I'll allow that to happen. Once I can get 561 back on my side, we can both take care of him. Whether he's a threat or not. We'll find out.
And if he is a threat... he won't be for long. Because once the pieces come together, there won't be anything to worry about. In fact, there won't be anything at all. Because, after all, I am only a dying man.
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