You can see Terrace start to sweat. He reaches for his tablet, his left pointer finger hovering over the screen. There’s a slight tremble that you can make out."Terrace, you've been out here before where we are now, with only the grace of God between you and becoming a monster or a monster's dinner.”
You suspect he’s about to cancel the call but he retracts his finger and hand and collects himself but there’s something brewing up. It’s like a calm before a storm.
“You say monster. Heh. Yeah, right.”
He pauses and you can tell he’s trying to get out what he wants to say but he’s sort of unsure how to do it when just hits the table he’s seated at and blurts...
“It’s an aberrant! Ok?! I want the fucking island but a god damned thing that shouldn’t fucking be is in the fucking lake!”
His face is red at this point and he’s spitting as he’s talking. A man that seemed like a rock in previous conversations has just crumbled before you.
“I can’t get the image of it out of my head - I barely made it back to shore - I ran and ran - I thought this god damned life was going to be behind me - and then this *THING* steals my retirement from me.
Yeah I lied, sort of. The first crew I sent got chased onto the island. They wanted to hunt that thing down. It was a monster hunt they said. Fools. But I was paying well and it’s what they wanted. I knew I’d never find a crew crazy enough to do what they were attempting so I decided to use them. Are they squatting on my land? Yes, they are. It’s a legitimate job posting! What happened to the other crews that happened upon that monster in the lake? Probably fucking swallowed up by it. I figured eventually some crew would manage to put it down in the process of evicting that first crew.”
His chest is heaving and he slugs back a cup of water.
“So there you fucking go. You quitting too or are you going to be fucking professionals?!”
He’s an emotional wreck at this point and just silently staring at you.