Jackson looked left, then right. He cradled his pistol in his inner trench coat pocket. He could not help it; it was the only way he could stay calm before a kill.

The light in the two story window had just gone out; killing was so much easier in the dark. Much less noise and nastiness. When they did not see it coming, that was the best. He hoped tonight would be like that.

Tonight he would eradicate yet another abnormality. After tonight, there would be one less fish fucking fucker on the planet. He just did not understand it. If was getting so you could not walk down the street with out some watertrope spritzing you with sea water. This place was going to the fish. What was the attraction to a fish? So what if they could walk, they still needed those special suits to stay hydrated, and the stupid helmet made them look like a fifties scifi horror.

Now was his time to cleanse the streets yet again.

-- CmAmidon - 24 Nov 2004