“Me?
The radio host?” He shook his head as he was already looking for a
makeshift weapon to protect himself from the crash. Digging through the
drawers he found a long titration pipette which he smack on the table to
break. “I owe you on this.” The pipette had now turned into something
that could puncture human skin. “Don’t know how much but I owe you
something.”
Carlos looked at the broken instrument in mild horror, but
he said nothing as he grabbed a nearby stool and held it out in front of him,
the legs pointed out. There was a small shuffling noise as something moved on
the floor, shifting glass from the broken item, as well as a small,
high-pitched mumbling.
It wasn’t coming out at them, which was a very good sign.
Carlos started to slowly move toward the sounds, hoping there wasn’t anything
too nasty there.
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