Part 9: Spider-Man and a Brief Psychology of Watches
As I was led back down the identically doored hallway, I contemplated what had just happened. 1) Ceross seemed to have a split personality and was incredibly disorganized. 2) Janoth lost control when sufficiently insulted, and was terrible when it came to hand-to-hand combat. Somewhat useful information, but I was more concerned about myself at the moment. As I had refused Ceross’s so-called ‘offer’, I wouldn’t be of any use to them, would I? So what happened to me now? There was no way I’d be persuaded to change my opinion on being ‘employed’, so it was fairly concerning.
Janoth shoved me back into the cage and locked the door. Crossing the room, he pulled open the lab door and roared, “Lefer!”
A hurried click-clack of heels echoed down the hallway, and Lefer arrived in the doorway. “Y-yes, sir?” he asked.
“Three hour watch,” Janoth barked. “Switch o