Chapter 7
A dye-like eddy of darker water entered my field of view before I’d even swum around the side of the generator. I couldn’t make out the color due to the paucity of light so far beneath the surface, but I could taste the hue when I took out my mouthpiece and opened my lips to roll saltwater up against my tongue.
Blood. And so much of it that I’d be l*****g the fluid out of my fur for hours on end if I hadn’t been located so far beneath the ocean’s surface that personal grooming became redundant.
In response, all I could think was: Bad news, bad news, bad news. Such a quantity of blood so far from the source meant that Stooge must already be close to bleeding out.
I half expected to find that oh-so-interested shark attacking my dive mate as I rounded the bend. But, no, Stooge h
