Edward drew his axe and went outside. He could still smell the damage to werewolves that had been done in the battle earlier, and it made it a bit more difficult to try to detect if James was here. There had been a lot of werewolves here, and a lot of damage in a short time, and the stench hung in the humid night air. Edward actually, was hoping for a bit of a rain to take out the humidity and to cleanse the land of the odor. Still, he had no reason to doubt Abbey when she had seemed to be right.
Kate went downstairs to get a fresh icepack for her head, and found Pip sitting on one of Archangels perches, and it gave her an idea. A small bird in the night would not even be noticed, not like Archangel would. Pip was the size of a good many of the normal birds, but Archangel was so big that he would be very easily spotted by James and might well be damaged. Pip, however, would not gain anyone's attention because he was so small. She spoke to the little owl and ask him to be careful but to take a bit of a nightflight to see if he could see any werewolves on the grounds. The little bird was happy to help, and he flew off into the night. She turned all the lights off in the kitchen except one dim light so that Pip could get back without being seen. After several minutes the bird came back and told her that there was a werewolf in the woods, just north of the pond, and he seemed to be burying something. Kate scribbled a note to Edward and sent Pip to take it to him.
The little bird dropped down onto Edward's shoulder and delivered the note. Edward was pleased, and he sent the bird ahead of him to show him where he had seen the werewolf. Edward motioned to Jessie and Jack, motioning one of them to go northwest of the pond and one to go northeast. Edward was going to stay close to the edge of the pond and go around and then straight north. He hoped they would move quietly to perhaps try to sneak up on James and see what the heck he was doing.
Edward got around the pond and slipped quietly through the woods and then saw, by the moonlight, James digging in the ground in the woods. What the hell was that big oaf doing now? He was not transformed at the moment and he had a burlap bag with him, and he seemed to be planting something, covering it and moving on to do it again elsewhere. The only thing that made sense to Edward was that James was planting markers all over the woods. So that was how Gelding's people were getting in. That meant that during the daylight hours, Brian was going to have to have men walk side by side virtually through the estate and try to spot any sort of spots where James might have buried markers. Every one they could find and destroy would make them one notch safer.
Edward fired a blast of wandfire in James' direction, and it caused James' clothes to catch fire. James spun around in pain, and saw Edward approaching in strong, confident strides, swinging his axe, absolutely ready to take James out. Edward had no need to exchange any words with James. Edward was tired. It was exceptionally late and he was not in the mood to be fiddling around with James in the middle of the night. James let out a low growl and took a stance, ready to leap and try to attack Edward, something Edward had completely anticipated. Edward wanted to wind this up, take care of James, go shower, and head to bed. Edward got close enough, made a swing, and James flattened himself out on the ground without a fraction of a second to spare, the axe just whizzing above James's head. James made a dive for Edward's feet, hoping to knock Edward to the ground, but Edward leaped out of the way and took another swipe, hitting James' leg with a graze, but blood still spurted. It was going to be a serious wound if James didn't buggar off soon to get it tended. Well, if James bled out, it was a longer way to die, but James would still be just as dead.
"Damnit, Donohue, that hurt!" James growled.
"Well, bring your head over here, and let me finish the job," Edward said menacingly.
"Barmy old prick," James growled.
"If we fart around with this long enough, you're going to die anyway," Edward shrugged. "Die fast or die slow, I really don't care. Just die."
"I'd rather that be you!" James shouted, taking another leap at Edward. Edward dodged him and James fell into a big clump of forest bushes and bracken.