I headed around the long counter and into the kitchen. Crates of supplies had been opened, the contents sorted into piles. There were also other supplies that didn’t look regulation.
…interesting. How did the– are these the special supplies Flechette arranged?
Several 5-gallon jugs of water that were designed to fit into water coolers were stacked in one corner, and neither I nor my bugs had seen any water coolers in here.
Sounds like it.
I stopped outside the walk-in freezer and stared at the handle.
Oh, did you realize they might’ve stored Grue in here?
“Skitter?” Tattletale asked.
“There’s only three places left where Grue could be. The other two places are the regular fridge over there and a closet in the basement that I think is too small to hold him and still let him breathe.”
Sounds like this is a good chance.
So is she hesitating because she’s not ready to see whatever the Nine have done to him?
“So if he’s not in here…”
“Right,” I said. “Trap free?”
Oh yeah, that’s another good reason to hesitate.
“As far as I can tell,” she replied. “No, if they were going to trap it, they’d lock it first, chain it shut.”
Make it more obvious, “go here, here’s what you’re looking for and also death but mostly what you’re looking for”.
Swallowing, I gripped the handle and hauled the door open. It took me a second to process what I was seeing.
Hi, Grue. How are you?
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