The Smell of Lemons

Angst slid across the tile floor on her belly, keeping the uzis trained at the turnstile. She expected to see the beasts the moment she revealed herself, but there was no sign of activity anywhere. She rolled over to the bench when her momentum slowed down.

"Well," Dexter said. He was at the men's washroom door peering out. "Did they go?"

"I think so," Angst replied. She scanned the platform once more, sniffing the air as well. Their was no smell of lemons. "Maybe they can't stay in this realm for long."

Dexter stepped from the washroom, bat in hand peering around the platform as well.  "Mofo's don't know who they are dealing with.