We were about to exit the building when a voice stopped us.
“Stop right there!”
Stop right thereThe President of the United States stood between us, surrounded by a contingent of men in black suits. There was something strange about their eyes. Their irises were red and swollen, as if afflicted by a bad case of allergies. I noticed the same phenomena earlier, but assumed it had been the way the light hit them through the view screen, similar to a camera. Up front and in person, however, it seemed their ocular distress was something more sinister.
“Look at their eyes,” I whispered to Satou. “Do they seem off to you?”
offHe squinted and stroked his beard of tentacles. “They do,” he agreed.
The surprising appearance of these people caught us off-guard. After dispatching the security we i
