Roger uses a finger to pull the blinds aside, only enough to carefully peek through without anyone seeing from outside. The sky is full of lightning and colors that aren’t possible. His mind shudders when a sudden flash of white electricity from heaven illuminates a long tentacle arching across the sky.
“How’s it looking out there?”
Roger steps back from the window shaking his head. “Let’s say, not great. We’re running out of time. Old Gods, aliens, fucking death muppets. Whatever you want to call those things, they’re here, and they are royally fucking shit up.”
Becca looks up from the book she’s been studying with a pained expression. She chewing on her lip absentmindedly with worry. “Ok….ok, ok. Here we go.” She brushes a wisp of raven hair back behind her ear and adjusts her glasses.
In their little duo, Rogers was the muscle. Ex-cop, grizzled and jaded to all hell. A million other people could have filled his role, as long as they could swing a chainsaw when the demon hordes were running towards you. But Becca was the brains. Half his age but ten times smarter, she’d been studying ancient religions are Miskatonic University when the bottom started falling out of the world.