just inches below the surface of the dark water, the majority of my suit was unable to perform at full capacity.

My patience was closing in on zero. 

And then, I saw something. 

But it wasn’t the sandbar like I’d hoped. It was movement in the water. Up ahead. I blinked a few times and prayed that my eyes were deceiving me. A mirage, maybe. From the heat. But my eyes weren't as deceitful as my tongue. I knew what I was looking at. I knew exactly what I was looking at.

It was a Zippermouth. 

20 feet out, swimming calm circles near the surface. And it wasn’t alone. Beside it swam another, slightly darker grey beast just like it. I went stiff and clicked my thrusters off.

     “Stop moving,” I said, shooting...

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