Furry infection 2

*The old man’s face pales.* Old Man: The number! You gotta use the number! *He shoves a rickety rotary phone across the counter.* Logan: *snatches the receiver, dialing frantically* Pick up, pick up! *The timer hits 0:03.*

*the timer is now 0:02*

*Static buzzes from the receiver.* Logan: Answer! Please! *The timer hits 0:01.* *A robotic voice crackles through.* System: Payment… accepted. *The screen blinks off. The van’s engine sputters back to life. Everyone exhales, slumped in relief.*

*John checks his watch* Hope that ingredient hasn't been picked clean.