Dr Simon
Explorer
Kraken crouches down under cover again.
"Reckon you're right," he says. "It's like that little fella with the broom - only does what it's told. If there were living enemies up there I'd be a pair of smoking boots, eh?" He picks up a piece of broken masonry that fits nicely within his hand. "So, this line of triggers, Doral mate. Where and how far?"
"Reckon you're right," he says. "It's like that little fella with the broom - only does what it's told. If there were living enemies up there I'd be a pair of smoking boots, eh?" He picks up a piece of broken masonry that fits nicely within his hand. "So, this line of triggers, Doral mate. Where and how far?"