"Damn too " I said, but I was too late.
Things are happening, danger is crossing the walls, a threat is knocking at concrete, looking for a way to extend itself through our lines.
"Damn..." she said, and I realise she has a really good timing for her "Damn". Anyway, there was these red-head things, pretty small, and we couldn't say if they were actually moving. They had burn this bike in like an hour or less, like a swarm of ants. So what is it all about ? Are these thing multiplying ? Are we surrounded by them, what are they about to do ? Get rid of the whole place ? Do they choose their victims ?
I guess after a large consideration of "what danger could actually be dangerous for the site", we came to some sort of "what could be dangerous to us ?" to some kind of "what danger ?" to something like "why are you laughing ?" to, finally, "I like your smile, let's make some more". I guess some of us are taking risks. For real. I can say : there is still blood on our table and one of my fellow partners is blind since we've made a bottle explode. Risks, you know. Some of us are having joke about it, and it makes me wonder that humour, in somehow, is frequently based on fear. Isn't buster Keaton so funny and scary at the same time ? Are we not making our worst joke when we feel some tension in the air ? That's the deepest thought I could find for now but the girls in my team are going to do something about it. Damn.
For now, watch your steps, you could get burn.
And please,
try to warn the security guards if you see more of these red-heads stuffs walking around.
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