*BEEEP-BEEEP-BEEEP-BEEEP!*
The rhythmic chirping abruptly escalated into a frantic, deafening siren. The crude machine sitting on the crates next to the shack began to violently shake, sparking wildly as it aggressively spat out a long, continuous stream of receipt paper.
"Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me," Sebastian swore, dropping his fork onto the plate with a loud *CLANG*.
Wraith was off the crates in a microsecond, his daggers drawn, melting instantly into the shadows of the nearby trees. Valerie dropped her ledger, her corporate demeanor evaporating as she grabbed the rusted iron pipe leaning against the table.
Sebastian sprinted over to the shack, snatching the spooling receipt paper as the machine smoked and hissed.
`[CRITICAL WARNING: Multiple Dimensional Ruptures Detected.]`
`[Biological Heat Signatures: 500+]`
`[Threat Level: A Whole Fucking Army.]`
