A Brewing Storm

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"Okay. I have to choose one of you idiots to come with me to find Ben."

"Haha, ha! I'll leave this to you!" a tall figure cackles.

"..."

"Meh, I'll go. I can pick up someone to eat on the way."

The man who beckoned nods.

"Okay, let's go, Jack."

The two hooded figures leave.

" . . . Think they'll find him?"

A shrug.

~

Ben pauses from mopping the mess hall floor. What was that? It's nothing more than a dreadful feeling, but it rings true and dangerous. I have a feeling that a storm's brewing . . .


And it's going to be bad when it hits.

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