[ TT ] `` Treasure hunter ? No , I 'm more of a treasure protector . ''

`` Hey Buddy. Wake up. Come on, wake UP.'' Some guy says kicking you. 
 
 `` Huh, wah?'' Rubbing you eye to someone standing over you. 
 
 `` Are These your liqueur bottles? You know, it's against the law to litter here in Yosemite Park. What is your name? Are you here alone?'' The man continues. 
 
 Rubbing your eyes trying to get your bearings, you look around, and then look back up to the man. He's wearing some greenish uniform and brimmed hat glaring down at you. For a brief moment, intuition strikes, and you have a sudden urge to check the mountain side behind you. Jumping to your feet, and spinning around, you notice the rock formation has not changed. It has never changed. 
 
 `` I'm gon na have to ask you to come with me.'' The man speaks up again. 
 
 `` Umm, I do n't understand. Did I do anything wrong?'' You reply. 
 
 `` Well, littering for one.'' This man repeats and spreading his hands before himself. 
 
 Looking down, you notice several empty bottles, a long extinguished camp fire surrounded by stones, and some logs near by encircling the fire possibly used as seats. 
 
 `` Looks like there was a party here.'' You say while coughing for no reason. 
 
 The man sniffs and waves his hand infront of his face. `` Yeah, sure buddy. I think you better come with me. I can smell your breath from a couple feet away.'' He continues. `` Now, will you come with me willingly or will I have to call in help and force you to come with me?'' 
 
 Finally looking at the man, you see a name, Smith, and a ranger service badge. 
 `` Umm, crap. Yes, sir.'' Is all that you can reply. 
 
 `` Where are the rest of your friends? Frankly, looks like you've been roughing it for quite some time. Why have n't you checked in before?'' Range Smith asks. 
 
 `` I do n't know where they are. These are not my clothes.'' You lie in response. 
 
 `` So, you got drunk with some random people, passed out, and they swapped your clothes with ragged ones, and ran off?'' The ranger continues ushering you to his vehicle. 
 Both of you get into a two-seater ATV and drive off. 
 After several minutes of traveling down a narrow path you ask, `` Where are we going?'' 
 
 `` To the nearest station'' The Ranger finally responds minutes later as you approach a clearing with tents and SUVs. 
 
 `` But the ranger station is the other...'' You suddenly stop talking and realize something is amiss. By reflex you grab the ranger's wrist holding a stunner the ranger was thrusting at you. 
 
 `` You are not a park ranger, are you?'' 
 
 `` Uh oh.'' Is his only response as you shove him from the ATV. 
 
 Before you have a chance to turn around, an SUV plows into the ATV knocking it over and throwing you clear from the vehicle. 
 
 `` Get him is all you hear.'' As you are tackled like a football player who just caught a bad throw surrounded by defenders. `` Quit hesitating, He's away from the rock formation, his powers are weaker now.'' The man continues. 
 
 Grunting and panting you try to push up. But as soon as one man rolls off you, another takes their place. In-between breaths, and no chance of getting to your feet at the moment, you ask `` Who are you?'' 
 
 `` Quartermain is the name, and treasure hunting is my game.'' The man responds. 
 `` You, my little.. friend will not interfere with my hunt. Even if you are the legendary'Bigfoot', guardian of the hidden treasure of Yosemite. Who'd of thought, you'd disguise yourself as a regular hiker all of these years.''
