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squishy remains of a fat black insect. It twitched fitfully as Hoon gazed down.
    “What is it?” asked the sergeant, suddenly close in Hoon's ear.
    “Jesus!” Hoon hissed, almost jumping out of his skin. “What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?”
    He turned sharply and the glow from his phone illuminated the sergeant's apologetic face. The light licked the wall beside them, before being swallowed up by the dark.
    “Sorry, sir,” said the sergeant.
    A movement at the very edge of the light caught Hoon's eye. It was up on the wall near ceiling level, little more than a shadow.
    The screen timed out, plunging the corridor into absolute blackness once more. Hoon pushed down the button on top of the phone and the light returned.
    The first thing Hoon saw was the bug on the wall, right beside the sergeant's head.
    The next thing he saw were the rest of them. There were half a dozen or so, dotted irregularly across the meter of corridor he was able to see. They scuttled closer, their pointed legs tapping against the glossy paintwork.
    And there, in that moment, Hoon knew what had gotten under the skin of the man in the cell.
    “Run,” Hoon said, but the word wouldn't come out at first. It took a second attempt for it to make it through his throat. “Run!”
    He turned, holding the phone ahead of him, using its dim glow to light the way. The door that led upstairs was a dozen meters ahead in the gloom somewhere. He hurried towards it, suddenly feeling trapped down there in the dark.
    “Shit, shit, get off. What is it? Get it off! Get it off!”
    The sergeant's squeals came sharp at first, then suddenly muffled. Hoon stopped, turned, flashed up the phone in time to see the sergeant go down under a writhing mass of oily black bugs.
    The floor heaved with them now, a squirming, scuttling living carpet that flowed like a river towards him.
    The sergeant jerked sharply on the ground, his back arching, his head snapping back. And then, with a sound like air hissing from a punctured tire, he curled up and fell silent.
    One of the insects landed on Hoon's boot. He kicked out, sending the creepy little fucker sailing off into the darkness.
    He ran. There was nothing else for it. No time for heroics, for being the man he'd always thought he was.
    He ran, faster than he'd run since back in his uniform days. Faster, even, than before then.
    He ran, hurtling himself along the corridor until he finally reached the door cutting him off from the stairs and the rest of the station above.
    The locked door.
    “Fuck!” he cursed, hammering his fists against the metal with a boom-boom-boom that echoed all the way along the corridor and back again. “Fuck it, fuckity, fuck!”
    The keys. He needed the keys, but there was no way he could get them. They were back along the corridor, back with the sergeant, and there was no way he could…
    The light went out on his phone again. Hoon muttered, and jabbed at the button. When the glow returned it picked out the shape of a man standing less than a meter away.
    “Ya bastard!” Hoon yelped, drawing back in fright. “Sergeant… You're… How the fuck did…?”
    The sergeant stepped closer. Close enough for the light to pick out his dark eyes and lifeless blue lips. Close enough for Hoon to hear his breath rattling in and out, in and out, in and out.
    And close enough for him to see a lump the size of a small orange squirm and wriggle beneath the sergeant's skin.
    “Oh,” Hoon said. “Fuck.”
    And with that, the sergeant lunged.
     
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SHOP WISE GROCERY STORE, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS  
     
24th May, 8:22 PM
     
     
    They sipped their drinks again. Another flashing blue light passed on the street beyond the car park. “Reminds me. See the news?” Col asked.
    Jaden frowned. “The news news?” He snorted. “No. Of course not. I’m a loveable eternal man-child. I don’t do the news. We’ve