More from ILLINT.
KETRANS ARE THE WORST.
More from ILLINT.
KETRANS ARE THE WORST.
Next to the surveillance room was another door. Ax moved quickly toward it. He pushed on it, just as I noticed the arrow taped to the wall above. “Break room,” the arrow read.
The door opened. And there, directly in front of us, were four Hork-Bajir. Seated around a card table. Elbow blades hanging casually off the chairs. Tails slung back across the floor. Each held a hand of cards tightly in his claws. A single, unshaded light bulb dangled from the ceiling.
‹Let’s try a different door.›
– Animorphs #33: The Illusion