Suitable Bags of Flesh

Chapter 15 (part 6)

Once the last man neared the doors of the room, the Primer moved from its place. Crooked movements, swift and sturdy in posture, alert the armed personnel that they all halt in cadence to aim their guns, pausing in anticipation. The people on the observation deck watched in silent excitement if the Primer would do anything. Only it stood from the coffin and sat beside it, like a willing dog staying in its place waiting for orders from an owner nobody knows where.

Counting down to two minutes again, the guards held their breaths before Reina decided to signal them to retreat for the meantime. As if sure of it, Reina could tell the creature would stay in its place longer than any of them could hold patience.

Instead, it looked around like it had eyes in awe of the visage they were taking in. From the movement of its tail to the wave of its head, they await any reaction that could note as unique or different from the records, enough to compare them. Minutes turned, and al