Disclameir: I DO NOT OWN LJ SMITH BOOKS, NIGHT WORLD SERIES, AND/OR THE CHARACTORS!!!!!
UH-OH
Rashel was cold. Freezing was more like it. Right now she was at the bottom of the pacific on a mission to recover a rare healing gem that would aid daybrakers hugely in the apocalypse war. "I don't even know why I bother with these stupid missions if all I get out of it is hyperthermia and seaweed in my hair." Rashel thought sourly. Mentally she sighed, Right now I could be sipping cola on the beach with Quinn in 87 degree weather and instead I'm 46 feet beneath the surface at freezing temperatures with weird fish all around me. As she took a deep breath in her rebreather she swam towards the sunken ship. If only I wasn't the only certified diver out of the circle then I wouldn't be alone right now. She knew how it killed Quinn for her to go on missions and he had to stay back and watch. Just as she was about to enter she saw something that chilled her to her already freezing bones. Swimming not only 5 feet away were at least seven great white sharks, all with their mouths wide open and teeth hanging out. Quinn must've sensed her panic because he immediately sent her a thought Rashel? Is everything okay? He asked worriedly. Even though it was a thought, his voice cleared her panic and let her put things into perspective. Slowly, so as not to raise attention to herself, she turned around. When she turn she was looking into the eyes of a very big, very angry shark.