“Even through the thick doors, he heard muffled barks and the rattle-clang of slamming cage gates. “Blast their rancid hides. What are they doing in there? I gave them ample time, didn’t I? This is a research facility, not a church jumble sale.” “—fteen mints,” mumbled the hunched woman behind him. “What? Oh, never mind. I detest this place, Ms. Burrowdown. Detest it,” he said, still snarling through the window and creating a misty patch. “But I suppose if that blasted Merrynether isn’t going to... budge, I have no choice but to go ahead with your idea.” “Fanyou, Mr. Redwar.” “Yes, well, it had better work.” He turned to point a stubby finger at her. “There are too many things about this plan that could go—” The double doors swung inwards with a loud metallic moan, and the barking crescendoed. The gaunt figure of Arthur Gumble in an oversized lab coat, along with a generous helping of ferret stench, greeted Redwar. Gumble rubbed his hands together nervously as a twitching smile crossed his pallid features.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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