Max could not believe the bullshit that he found when he started reading the tattered diary he'd discovered in the drug dealer's place. It outlined Daniel's crazy plan that involved sacrificing a hundred children to Zeemog, and setting much of the forest on fire to appease the galactic God.
He thought of turning the diary in to David or Gwen but that seemed dumb and a waste of time, so he went to the one person he knew wouldn't care that much, the Quartermaster. He found the old man on the dock spooning what looked like chum into the water.
"So... hate to interrupt whatever the Hell you're doing here, but could you look at this?"
Max didn't actually expect the man to snap the diary from his hand, his one eye scowling at the cover as if he'd seen something especially foul. "This is dark magic child."
His voice made Max shiver despite it being 90 degrees outside.
"Best I hold onto this for a while."
Max nodded in silence as several long fins broke the surface of the lake.
"Tiger sharks, very dangerous."
Quartermaster explained simply as the lake terrors started snapping at the dock boards beneath their feet.
"I'm getting out of here, have fun."
Max hurried off the dock without looking back.