Micah Chase commandeered the nearest plane he could find idle at the airport, leaving his family behind to track down the newest threat that had shown up on his radar. The pilot had said something about routine check-ups, but the hunter didn't listen to all those excuses. Something bad was about to happen and he could feel it deep inside the core of his Chase being.
The blood lust coming off the rogues that had caught his attention demanded immediate attention. The plane flew as fast as he could force the pilot to take it, but a feeling of dread filled him. Along with this feeling came deep regret… 'Will I make it?' he constantly asked himself. What was worse about this ability they all honed at such a young age was that they didn't know exactly what they were looking for. Micah was chasing a mere gut feeling… one that kept getting worse by the minute.