The sling caught the Remington from dropping to the ground. Deveau moved to the hood of the truck and unfolded the map.
"Here we are," Deveau put his finger on the southernmost entry point to the cemetery. "They are reported to be here," he put his finger at P2, the top most section of the cemetery. He drew a small circle around the tomb #115 "Sounds like that's where the caller reported from. Lots of space between here and there." The sergeant removed his cap and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Now we don't know what to expect in here, but identify yourself, whatever doesn't reply, shoot. Some strange things folks are seeing here in the city." The sergeant folded the map and tucked it back into his vest. "Alright gentlemen, take your positions."
The small team assembled near the gate. With a loud 'POP', the bolt cutters sliced through the rusted lock. Knowing only one way in from the west, it would be nice to have an emergency exit, but protocol called for different measures. Deveau stuffed the cutters into a small satchel he wore over his shoulder. Only one set of gates was unlocked for tours, those on the far west side of the cemetery. The driver and two officers were to meet up with them on that side and cordon off that entrance.
"Lock the gate behind us. No one in, no one out," stated the sergeant bluntly.
The gate swung wide with an ominous creak as if the doors to hell itself had been opened. A light rain began to fall.