One Less Thing To Worry AboutHe had ducked out to grab a quick smoke. It was just another bug hunt, as far as he was concerned. He’d leave the big wigs to do the hard work.
It wasn’t like they’d notice him gone and, if they did, he’d say he was investigating something and his mic had been collecting static.
It was an excuse he’d used before and it normally worked since the paranormal had a way of fucking electrical shit up. Inhaling he leaned back against the old wall and happened to glance up.
He barely had time to scream as the creature pounced.