Tim, who seemed to be the leader of the group, was nervous. He didn’t know what to expect. At first, he thought he may find a sick, or worse, Dead orca. He shook those thoughts out of his head. As he was running up the stairs, he heard footfalls below him.
Someone was following him.
Charlene and Chip Ran up the second flights of stairs, to the 9th floor, where they heard a man with an English accent talking. “I know, Brian. I know!” He shouted into the phone. “I know we need the money, but I need to fatten up this whale. We can’t sell her as shark meat until she is larger. I’ll give her 2 days. I know. I will talk to you later. Bye.” He hung up the phone, when he walked over to the wall and flicked a switch in the up position. Suddenly, the whole entire building lit up, even the storage sign out front. He said to himself, “I need to kill this whale before the building demolition.” Chip coughed, and Charlene elbowed him. But it was too late.