The tentacles brush you, but veer away. All three of the hapless criminals are dragged screaming through the eye-tearing hole in the corner. For a blessed moment, the cooler is empty, and then, the Tentacle returns, unmoving as if it had never stirred.
Zeb appears behind you. “Nice work,” he says. “I think you’ll do just fine, here. Corrie’s smiling, and that means she likes a new hire.” He shows you a mouth of pointed teeth, and you feel your own answering smile stretch your lips.
The Beginning.
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