"There are eight men in the cave not far from here. It's likely them. There's no one else suspicious on this hillside."
Director Whitlock received a message just then. "The battle ahead is over. Mishka's father escaped with his guards."
With the direction confirmed, the group immediately followed the butterfly.
The butterfly didn't stick to the beaten path, opting for a shortcut instead. They were in hilly terrain, overgrown with weeds and thorny vines, their path frequently blocked by dense bushes.
Fortunately, it didn't fly fast. It seemed to be waiting for them, always hovering just a short distance ahead.
About half an hour later, Mira and the others arrived at a spot where the butterfly circled a high slope before landing on Master Ellis's shoulder.
"There's no cave here," York whispered.
"If it says there is, then there is," Master Ellis replied.
One of the soldiers pulled out a life detector and whispered, "Just as we thought, eight people."
They followed the detector's signal and found a small opening about thirty feet away.
The cave was only three feet high and roughly two feet wide. A person would have to crouch to get in. Anyone taller would have to crawl.
The branches and weeds at the entrance looked undisturbed. But upon closer inspection, there were freshly fallen leaves and a few broken weeds nearby.
The life detector indicated the targets were less than thirty feet from the entrance.
This suggested it was likely a temporary hideout with no exit on the other side.
"Let's bomb them out."
"Gas is safer."
"They might have built up an immunity."
The group conversed in hushed tones.
Master Ellis mixed several potent chemicals to create a powerful gas, loaded it into a sprayer, and pumped it into the cave.
Less than a minute later, a voice echoed from within. "Stop spraying! We're coming out."
Everyone immediately raised their weapons, surrounding the entrance, as Master Ellis halted the spray.

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