By an Open Manhole in Town, Friday Evening
Zack's shoulders were rising and falling as he worked on catching his breath. It had been a long day, and he was covered from head to toe in alligator innards and goldfish bites, and it was about to get longer, really.
He crossed his arms and stared down into the sewer, frowning thoughtfully. He'd sent out a handwavey call to anybody who might be interested in trying to trace the gators to their source, as per Worf's suggestion and Arthur's orders.
Now it was a matter of waiting for the cavalry to arrive before leaping in.
"All in a day's work, I guess," he mused to himself, trying his best to ignore the smell.
[Setting up some light OCD! Please hold! This post is open to absolutely anyone who has a burning desire to jump into the sewers, yes.]
He crossed his arms and stared down into the sewer, frowning thoughtfully. He'd sent out a handwavey call to anybody who might be interested in trying to trace the gators to their source, as per Worf's suggestion and Arthur's orders.
Now it was a matter of waiting for the cavalry to arrive before leaping in.
"All in a day's work, I guess," he mused to himself, trying his best to ignore the smell.
[Setting up some light OCD! Please hold! This post is open to absolutely anyone who has a burning desire to jump into the sewers, yes.]