Chapter Eighteen
Reggie always worried that his ShimVen pincers seemed a tad creepy. They had a Vietnam era-trophy vibe to them, tucked into his belt. He told himself they were strictly utilitarian. That they made perfect weapons. But partly, they were awesome trophies.
Even so, they didn’t even come close to matching the creep factor of the thousands of teeth piled in the middle of the cargo bay.
“That is disgusting.” Joel stared at the teeth, trying to motivate himself to get started with the work he’d imagined using them for. But they were too disgusting. “So gross.”
He’d been an hour looking at the mound of molars and incisors and come no closer to working with, or even touching them. After the hours spent removing them, he couldn’t bring himself to handle them again.
Cody’s voice
