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SHARPTOOTH
right in their lap?
When the beast had escaped from its prison—and a mighty swish of its tail had only just missed their heads and sent the vending machine flying—Juan had instinc-tively dived behind the machine. As he’d watched the stampede, he’d realised with horror that the enormous carnivore was half-way between the vending machine and the exit doors, which were already closing.
Juan had leaped to his feet, confident he’d be faster than the lumbering giant, but then he’d seen it lunge forward, clamping its jaws not once, but twice around the bodies of the two white-coated men who had delayed their escape by less than a second, tearing them apart.
As the monster threw back its metre-long head and swallowed its meal, Juan retreated behind the vending machine, face whit
