5.t.
“I know a
way,” said Supply. She looked a
Demand. “Do you think you’re strong
enough?”
“I have to
be,” he said.
Supply grabbed
Demand’s hands and said, “Business Woman.
You look after him, okay? Don’t
let him wash away in this mess.”
There was a
sound, like computerized jingle-bells echoing across the voids of space. And Supply started growing. Seven feet.
Then fifteen feet tall. As she
grew, Demand shriveled and shrank. Four
feet, two feet, then six inches short. Business Woman snatched him out of the
air before he fell.
Supply’s back
pressed against the ceiling. She grunted
and strained. Her legs crushed Union
members against the side walls.
The shark’s
head burst through the doorway. Its
teeth gnashed against Senior Executive’s shoulders, ripping the fabric of his
suit jacket, but finding no purchase.
Supply yelled
and elbowed the ceiling until it cracked.
She hit it again and a large section broke free leaving a gaping
hole. She pulled herself up through the
opening. Corporate Man joined her,
dropping down from somewhere; necktie cape flapping over his shoulder.
“Quick. Let’s get everyone up here!” he shouted.
Supply reached
down and pulled up Business Woman, then Senior Executive.
“Hurry. Hurry!
That thing’s almost through,” Franklin Buck cried out.
One of the
Great White’s pectoral fins stabbed around the mangled metal door. The huge fish writhed and twisted and it
tried to swim through the opening; its mouth of razors snapping and biting.
Supply lifted
Franklin Buck through the hole and reached down for Fair Wage. The door gave way dumping the shark into the
small space and right on top of their elderly companion. The room became a blender of thrashing,
biting, frothing chaos. Flailing arms
clawed desperately beneath the overpowering bulk of the huge fish. The shark’s tail whipped back and forth
through the water as it gnashed greedily.
Then the water
turned red.
