As signaller, Heart often carried pliers and a knife to fix the leads to the field phones, or the wireless. On cue the man pulled out a pair of pliers from his pockets and handed it to him. I’m surprised he didn’t make a joke about officers and tools.
He used the pliers to remove the topmost fangs and dropped them into the jam jar. Even among all those fangs these stuck amongst the others. It’s about the size of my index finger.
He handed the pliers back and said, “Anything to report?”
Heart looked at the grisly trophy before taking a deep breath. Lewis was more focused on Marc, and with those eyes showing a degree of concern.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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