My Predator System

I give and get a tour

"This is gonna be awkward." He confessed audibly.

"Anderson!" He lurched at Leo.

Leo used to have his brown dreadlocks hair down, he had dark brown eyes, his skin was brownish and he wore a loud t-shirt, white cargo pants and sandals. No one would believe that he was the owner.

Mak's eye twitched. "Leo?"

Now, his hair was tied back into a high ponytail with a purple scrunchee. He wore a fitted tuxedo and shining Italian loafers.

"Bruh."

"Go get ready, Maks...We just received the health inspector today and the food critic. Ayayay... Schedules are tight. He was not very impressed with my hairdo."

Ding!

New! Side quest! [ Wreak mischief with your new animal power unlocked. ]

"Wait a minute!" He hissed and Leo scowled at him.

"Um...I need to...brush up on my uniform, it has lint in all the wrong places." He swallowed hard and Hailey coughed.

"What Maks meant to say was..."

"I'm totally excited_"

"You're fine! Now get going. Try to keep eye contact and um... brush up on your attitude."

Leo continued briskly pushing Maks to the steamy trays and putting a towel over his forearm and three dishes on his arms.

"Whoa." If Maks had not had waited tables for the past three years, the room would have been full of broken plates by now.

[ Transformation 0.10 hours. ]

"Slow down, would you?" He said through clenched teeth at the system.

[ 0.09 hours...]

"Ah, the food's here." Said the health inspector. Carlyle Rogers.

Rogers was a robust man with a bald spot, a round face, skeptical black eyes behind glasses, in a grey suit. He tapped on the table impatiently.

[ Health inspector? Puh! have you even seen the inside of a gym before? ]

"Good day sir, miss."

He referred to the food critic, a stiff-looking lady in a blue cashmere sweater, white vest and grey pants.

Her brown hair was in a bob, she had an angular face, emerald green eyes behind rhinestone rimmed cat-eye glasses.

He swallowed hard and pulled another "Humbled to be in your presence." charade Blah blah blah.

He ignored the heat buzzing inside of him.

"Here we have the...fried kale...steak tenderized in vinegar." He demonstrated all the exotic appetizers (All the way from Staten Island).

The man slided his gloved fingers around his plate.

Maks grimaced.

"Inturesting." The lady was tapping her fingers together and she picked up a fork.

Maks smiled and bowed out. He rushed into the kitchen where the senior staff formed an aisle, patting him on the back. Whooping. Hopefully it would cover up for being late. He was just glad it was over.

"I need to go." Maks rushed past them to the staff restroom. He vomitted from nervousness. His head was spinning. Something about his skin hair did not look natural. They were too black to see and stiffer.

HUAP! He regurgitated again and washed his mouth in the sink.

He would accept the transformation but not at the moment. He still had to get back to the presentation.

Regarding Leo's number one rule on inspection day. No surprises. [ Good luck with that. ]

He quickly served the main course and the dessert. Awaiting his time. His suit felt itchy when he returned.

His stomach knotted. His vision doubled at the stiff hairs on his body again.

[ 0.02hours ]

His head felt like it was remolding itself. His left arm shrunk so did his other limbs, he forcefully hunched.

[ What's happening? ]

Phylum: Mirapoda

Class: Arachnidae

Order: Scorpiones

[ A scorpion, jus_just, great system, just what I needed! ]

He crawled out with pincers out in front of him and a curved tail.

[ I gotta get outta here. ]

He would lose his job and close down the establishment without even lifting a stinger.

...

The food critic lady pushed her plate aside and took down her glasses to wipe the lenses with a napkin. Dragging their anticipation.

All hearts were in their throats.

"Let's see...The ginghur flavur adds zah nice 'je ne sais qua' too zah...cake. Ah... I love zuphrises, howevur! The ohrange jus might huve been a uh tad too much fuh me, no?." She touched her stomach. "Acidic, no? I'd like some watuh next time. Yes."

"Oh boy." Hailey said with hollow eyes.

She brought out a recorder. "I will be willing tzu come back heuh, no? Fur ay nice dinnuh, anyday. Merci."

She snapped her fingers.

"No, thank you Mrs Brodeur."

They shook hands.

Mrs Brodeur stepped out from her table and she blew an air kiss at the others. Leaving.

...

Only the health inspector remained.

Leo tensed at the cake he grimaced at. Rogers was pulling the food apart like a surgeon. He ate from a fork cautiously then he savoured it.

"Mmm. I'm no food critic but this is tasty."

He wiped his mouth and he grimaced. "What's this?"

Maks crawled under a table to hide out until it was over. His beady eyes were fixated on the piece of hair Roger was fishing out from his pocket and rolling up gently.

Gasp*

Maks crawled back at the fork that dropped.

"Oh pardon me." The health inspector said.

He reached under the table.

Leo stepped forward. "Wait, we'll get you another fork."

"No...I'm a still man of culture...five second rules still apply." He chuckled.

Maks scurried further away from his hand as he felt for the utensil. With his stinger up, he ached to jab him. Marshall had said something about not taking up heroics sometimes but at this point...they could be closed down either way.

JAB*

ARRRGGH!

He raised up his pulsing hand and his eyes teared up at the sting.

"What the fuck?"

"What is it?" Hailey asked with round eyes.

He growled and swung his hand. "Pricked my finger." He inspected under the table and he found the fork.

"There's a bug in here with a stinger apparently."

The staff were in a bustle checking and Maks crawled up into the tablecloth. When he saw opportunity, he scurried toward the kitchen and unfolded back to his human form. His limbs stretched out, his spine straightened and his hair grew back in. His form solidified.

He ran into the bathroom and shut it.

....

"Hehe, uh sir? We found something." Leo gazed at the hair in his pocket.

Hailey snapped a picture of him and he snuffed.

"You wouldn't dare."

"I'll write you off anyway." She said drily waving her phone and standing akimbo.

Rogers tempered like a ferocious bulldog. "This place...this whole place. Is raided with vermin."

"The only vermin I see here is you. Ooh, the media loves a scoop." He teased rotating his hand on the phone.