Roast Frog
Duke and Michel arrived in a ghostly-quiet corridor. There were cobwebs everywhere, dust as thick as carpet layered the floor, and all the pictures and posters of the Master and his rules were torn down. Michel started biting on his fingernails. It was a horrible place to be when it was full of life, yet somehow it was worse now that it was possibly empty.
A breeze swept past them.
“Let’s hurry up! Don’t wish to be here any longer than we have to,” Duke said.
“Yeah, it’s totally spooky here,” agreed Michel. Cautiously, looking all about them he noticed one of the many surveillance cameras that had been ripped off, and smashed to a hundred pieces on the floor. They really destroyed this place. Michel spotted the door to the Master’s office.
“Just go in, do we?”
“How else?”
