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10:42 P.M.

“Come on, Barry! You’ve got a live feed from Henders Island all ready to go, damn it!”

Peach heard Barry reply through her phone’s receiver: “I don’t want another slaughter on TV!”

In the background they could hear Dante’s narration as he pointed the camera across the crevasse. “A few feet to go here on the crux-What the hell?”

The other wall was only about twenty feet away. The dark trilobite-like creatures seemed to be congregating into a mass directly across from Dante.

“That doesn’t look good,” Peach told Cynthea.

“I don’t like the look of these things, man,” came Dante’s voice. “Ow! They’re comin’ at me from all directions now-I can’t hang around here longer, man. I’m going for it.”

“OK, we’re cutting in live in five seconds,” Barry said. “So get ready, Cynthea, damn you, you fucking bitch!”

“I could marry you, Barry!”

“OK,” Dante grunted. “I am almost to the top of Henders Island…”

“We’ve got a live shot coming from Henders Island as one of the crew of SeaLife, without our permission or authorization, is about to reach the top of the island’s cliff, and broadcast the first images of the island’s interior,” Cynthea narrated. “What do you see, Dante?”

“Damn it-those things have teeth, I think. Uh, fuck, I’m just getting up the last bit here, hang on.” The camera swept across pale rock illuminated by night vision as they heard his grunts and hard breathing.

“Keep talking, sweetie, keep talking!” Cynthea coaxed. “Don’t swear, though, honey!”



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