"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.