Dust paused outside of another massive red door. He frowned as he stared at it. Solidifying, he placed a hand against it and thought for a moment. He was about to open it when he heard the faint sound of footsteps and a flicker of light coming down the stairs.
Stepping back, he faded again and waited. A minute later, Beau and Alex came into view. He was carrying a small tray in one hand and a flashlight in the other. Alex was carrying a shotgun.
“I don’t know why we don’t just kill it,” Alex grumbled. “It’s just eating food that could be for the rest of us.”
“Shut up, Alex,” Beau growled. “Open the door.”
“What if it got loose again?” Alex asked, setting his shotgun down next to the door.
“Then, you can kill it,” Beau replied in exasperation. “I warned it that if it tried to escape ag
