In a mechanics garage, the doors were shut, the lights were on. Jaspreet, Alexis, Peter and I prepared for the hunt. On the other side of the large garage door was our prey, a squid.
Jaspreet was at the door, in the pit, waiting for the great beast to come near. There was an indicator measuring the squids distance, in bright red digital numbers. It was getting closer.
I pushed a giant button and the garage door slowly began to rise. In pored the black water. Pitch black, like oil, rushed in and began to overtake the floor of the garage.
Jaspreet looked back at me and reached out her arm. "I'm getting pulled under." she said calmly. I reached out and took her hand as her body was pulled down by the squid. Alexis came to our aid, and together we dragged Jaspreet and the squid up into the garage out of the flood. The door was closed and water stopped pouring in.
Peter decided to leave us, but the girls and I hauled the big black squid now almost lifeless up into the back of a pick-up truck. We started to nail down it's arms and talked about how delicious the calamari was going to be.
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