Larry got into his car and drove off. He drove through three different towns, but he didn’t see the Leviathans nor their motorcycles anywhere. Where could they be? It didn’t make any sense. After driving around for an hour, Larry decided to drive back to camp.
The Leviathans left the Black Dogs alone for a few weeks. In fact, they were nowhere to be seen.
“It’s got to be a trap,” Larry said. “I think the Leviathans are waiting for us to let our guard down.”
“This isn’t their style,” Frank said. “They usually take what they want by force.”
“And because it isn’t their style, they expect us to let our guard down.”
“You’re probably right.”
Frank immediately found out how his son was right. Every vehicle on the camp exploded, one by one.