Mike shooed the few patrons and staff into the back of the dining area before quickly retrieving his shotgun from the office. Less than five minutes after leaving the other two men he was back, loading the last of the shells into the magazine as he approached.
"I've got everyone in the back, are we ready to do this?" He saw the makeshift barrier and the towels wrapped around their arms and nodded in understanding. Good thinking, that.
He tried to control his own nerves. He'd faced death before, but never in his own country and from something supernatural. There really was no way to know if this was going to work, but the beasts didn't seem to want to go away and he had to think of his employees and customers.
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on 2014-01-18 11:17 pm (UTC)"I've got everyone in the back, are we ready to do this?" He saw the makeshift barrier and the towels wrapped around their arms and nodded in understanding. Good thinking, that.
He tried to control his own nerves. He'd faced death before, but never in his own country and from something supernatural. There really was no way to know if this was going to work, but the beasts didn't seem to want to go away and he had to think of his employees and customers.