"Season three," Miller muttered, drawing his pressurized salt-gun. "Always starts with a pest problem."
The neon sign of the flickered, casting a sickly green glow over Detective Miller’s desk. He wasn't surprised when the local party planner, Silvio, burst in, covered in what looked like iridescent glitter and high-velocity trauma. [S3E1] A FiГ±ata Full Of Death Bugs
Miller found the delivery slip under a tray of untouched shrimp cocktails. The return address was a derelict lab in the industrial district. It wasn't a prank gone wrong; it was a targeted assassination. Vane had been lobbying for stricter environmental regulations on the very labs that created these hybrids. Miller found the delivery slip under a tray
As Miller stood up, a single, stray bug crawled from the hem of the velvet curtains, its pincers clicking in the silence. "It wasn't filled with saltwater taffy."
"A new vendor," Silvio whispered. "Called himself 'The Exterminator.' Said he specialized in 'organic surprises.'"
"Bugs, Miller. Thousands of them. Small, obsidian-backed, and—" Silvio shuddered, "—aggressive."
"Let me guess," Miller sighed, leaning back. "It wasn't filled with saltwater taffy."