The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all. You never really know what went in their head while they sipped on their lattes on cold October mornings. You could never really tell if the barista making your drink was thinking about blending rat carcass into your frappe while you just sat and waited in a corner table. It’s scary how a mere 3 pounds of muscle could conjure ideas that ranged from knitting a scarf to acts of cold, bloody murder.
Couldn’t even feel his own legs or flex his fingers.
He’d kill Rune once he regains his life.
“If those are not termites, what do you call that infestation?” The man asks over his shoulder without even looking back. Rune tries his best to suppress the urge to roll his eyes and give a sarcastic response. He barely avoids the temptation.
“Those are children, you dimwit. That’s a school.”
He half trusted Nox to maybe just pull the alarms so the guards would scramble everywhere and nowhere at once–distracted. They had to retrieve something from inside the building. Now, how were they supposed to accomplish that?