The Ancient One and his companions noticed they had been suffering some extra aches and pains, and The Ancient One wondered about it.  One night as they were far to the south, near the head of the great river, he picked up a vibration and followed it to a workshop far out in the country.
"What is it?"  his female companion asked.
"Don't know!"  The Ancient One answered.  "I feel something."
As he walked around the building he continued to eye everything with curiosity.  But it looked like an ordinary workshop!  Bits of unfinished products lay about.  Handcrafted items, probably sold at the local flea markets, some popular forms of art work.  It looked like quite an extensive operation!
The Ancient One stamped his foot on the floor.  "There's a basement," he remarked, "with no visible entrance. They don't want people to know it's down there, and that makes me wonder why!"
He began to search and then he found a tripod used for lifting engines out of cars.  He looked down at the floor and smiled.  He removed a couple of bricks and pulled up an eye ring.  He connected the chain from the tripod's winch and turned it on.  A section of the floor lifted up, revealing a staircase.  Dim light came from below, and the smell of spices, and, another smell that made The Ancient One's female companion back off.
"Is that what I think it is?" she asked.
"Most certainly is!"  The Ancient One answered.  "The all too familiar poignant smell of death!"
He made his way down the stairs.  There was the usual paraphernalia for such places.  In the far back of the room was a stone altar.  The stains on it told what it had been used for.
The Ancient One stared at it with anger.  Then something else caught his eye.  On the ledge behind the altar were three 18 inch high cloth dolls.  Two were covered in aluminum foil, made to look like armor.  The third was covered in fur of some kind, and had wings.
"I don't believe it!"  The Ancient One muttered, "They're pitting their power against us!"  He pulled a long needle from the winged doll's chest, gave a shiver, and turned to his female companion.  "Get the rest of those out of there!" he snapped, "And have him do yours!  I'll be back in a minute."
As his female companion worked his male companion began to pull back the curtains along the wall.  "Hey!" he remarked, "We've got an office here, with computers!  Want me to turn them on?"
"Yes!" the female companion answered.
A few minutes later as her male companion pulled the needles out of her doll, she began to work the computers.
"Good Lords!"  she remarked, "They don't even have this stuff encrypted!  There's detailed records where they got their sacrifices from.  There's even notes on who to contact to get rid of the bodies, if they're regular sources aren't available.  What damned animals!  They're so damned sure of themselves!  Well, this computer has internet access.  It won't take me long to zap these files right to our friends at the bureau!  They'll be acting on them in a couple of days."
"They'll be a little late," The Ancient One remarked. He reappeared carrying long sticks to which he had attached razor sharp blades.  Producing a roll of duct tape he fastened these weapons to the hands of the dolls. "There, my little friends!" he remarked.  "As soon as you have finished your work, there's a coal burning power plant about twelve miles away.  You mustn't be around for anybody to find.  Let's go! We've got more important things to take care of. We'll let the bureau sift through the ashes and pick up any survivors."
"Oh, we're gonna miss the fun!" his male companion remarked.
"Oh, don't worry!" The Ancient One assured, "There'll be plenty of fun later!  The bureau won't be able to deal with all of them.  They're too well protected.  We'll have to arrange little accidents.  Let's go!  They may return at any time.  I'm surprised there's no one here carrying on daily rituals."
They quickly sped away.  The Ancient One monitored the local papers in that area for several days, until he found this report.
"Police are curious at the disappearance of a local voodoo queen and many of her followers.  A terrible fire destroyed the workshop where they made items for sale in the community.  But no trace of the people have been found, except for one man who was totally deranged and kept saying something about "There's no escape!  The dolls are alive!  There's no escape!"  The man was taken to a nearby hospital but died from extreme exposure several hours later.  Anyone having any information on these individuals, is asked to contact the police immediately."
The Ancient One chuckled. "I don't think you're gonna get any information, fellers!"  he chuckled.  "I don't think you're gonna get any information at all!"
He went back to other things, telling only his companions that their little effort had been successful.  There was one less source of Darkness in the world.