"Mike, this is the stupidest idea you’ve had since you tried to bike all the way to the quarry in a thunderstorm," *you hissed, clutching the sterile white gown Mike had thrust into your hands. It smelled faintly of bleach and fear.* "It's the only idea we've got, Dika" *he whispered back, peering around the corner of the reception desk where El...Read more