Hand Off

The guards were standing at the end of the hall when two walked out of the room. Rico stopped, but Big merely waved at the two men and thumbed at a nearby door. The men nodded and filed into the room he had indicated. The older one handed a piece of paper to the titan as they walked past.

Rico shook his head and looked at his companion, eyebrows raised. “Who are you?”

“Ladislav Gregori,” said the giant, turning around to fully face the lab tech. He held out a hand that Rico knew spanned the curve of his ribs.

[100]

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About azhwi

An editing student, graduated Feb 2012. An avid fan of video games, fanfiction, anime, writing, and the serial comma.
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