There were six guards standing at the end of the white hallway, their hands on their rifles, and I could feel the tension even from this distance.
"Now, as ashamed as I am to say it, my vision for Tank is really lacking," said Gerald as he continued to push me toward the pissed-off guards. I could only assume that Tank and his newfound pack were locked behind that door. Otherwise, why would the guards look like they were ready to throw down at any second?
"You don't say?" I replied simply because it seemed like he was waiting for a reply from me. "You created 150 Tanks; how is that lacking?"
"Well, after I spoke to Adam, I realized that I was really holding back the animal's potential," chuckled Gerald. With how happy he was, plus adding Adam into the mix, I had a sense of foreboding.
"I'm dying to know what Adam had to say," I smiled. I had to remind myself that this was all for fun, and at the end of the day, I wasn't going to be the one dying.
