"I did not see anything about hunting  'Graboids' in the packet." Loki said, sitting in a large helicopter with a good number of co-workers on the benches holding big log shaped items that had circular holes joining into a curly bumpy hook. Basically they were holding some specialized guns which had unique built triggers.

"In the fine print there is." Elliet, A friend of Hank, said. "It's on page three and the text is below the summarizing of customer service."

Elliet's  name is often  spelled as 'Ellioet' and 'Elliet'. Sometimes Elliet doesn't write his name neatly.

The helicopter can be at best described as a huge machine with study walls. It is basically a transport helicopter that would be mostly associated to Military operations and plausibly in disaster related films where a group of men jump off with parachutes. Nearly everyone  is wearing seatbelts that did not match their umbrellas, helmets, and guns. The one who wasn't wearing a seat belt is Loki.

Izzy Banner, a co-worker who has supposedly been in Customer service for awhile, seemed very stoic sitting beside Conner.Izzy's face reminds Loki of Asgardian warriors prepared for an inevitable death defending Asgard and retrieving a item or a person.It seemed as if Izzy had been trained as a soldier probably a long time ago. It wasn't because everyone was eerily calm holding weapons that can kill other Midgadians and were 'typical' modern day monster hunters.Loki could feel something is not right about Izzy.

"It's okay." Conner said,sitting across from Loki. "Not everyone notices the fine print." Unlike everyone else Conner was holding two of the same gun, except the second one is relatively smaller. "Joy doesn't usually get the memo about it."

"Are you telling me that Joy has not been aware all of you hunt Graboids?" Loki asks.

"Yes." Conner said.

"And Ginger."  Hank adds.

"And why did this requirement to hunt 'Graboids' come into effect?" Loki asks.

"Ten years ago." Bryan Stormwell, the guy who Joy had broke up a month before hitting Loki with her jeep, replied. "It was all thanks to this paranoid guy who shares a love for guns like Joy does." He taps on his knee thinking. "His name started with a 'B'."

"Burt Gummer!" Elliet declares. "The guy with the Atlanta Hawks Baseball caps."

"He was really persuasive about it, too." Hank said.

Loki looks at Hank oddly.

"How long have you been working for Charol?" Loki asks.

"Eleven years." Hank said. 

"Hank." Loki said as the turbulence gets rocky. "You do know I can tell when you are lying."

"Twelve years." Hank admits. "I like my current income, don't wanna change my work days."

There was a sudden rocky turbulence that made the helicopter sway back and forth. Loki grabs on to a handle right above his head instead of grabbing for the seatbelt. You can say in a way that something had whisked by the gigantic helicopter.

"Who wants to guess which type  of Graboid hit our Mannie?" Elliet asks.

"Ass Blaster!" A few of the men shout at once.

Loki's eyes went wide.

"Or a shrieker shot from a cannon!" Tara, the one who was usually at the reception desk, adds in.

It certainly surprised Loki that Tara is here but not Ginger or Joy. Even the bookworm had read the fine print before signing papers but not Joy. He hadn't seen the fine print when reading the terms and the rules for being employed, but what stood out to Loki in that paper was a 'You don't have to standing all day' other than everything in it. With the information he had learned a month ago Loki used the knowledge and his skill to have a day off every Friday.

"What a rascal." Hank said, commenting on the Shrieker.  He could tell Loki is confused.  "We call the old gal 'Mannie',Loki." Hank points up to the ceiling.  "You know, since the helicopter is so old."

A hard body struck the helicopter sending it swinging to the other side. A red light blinks on and off in the room that would make people feel nauseous. A few of the men unbuckle their seat belts even Conner did too, then head to the opening without slipping and sliding along the way. They held their guns in a way that can be best  compared to soldiers preparing for a shoot out. Are Midgardians is this stupid?,Loki asks himself as one of the men pressed the red button near the big garage door surface.

The door slides down.

There is a huge worm creature--that isn't a worm at all--with a open beak part that has these tentacles which by no surprise have mouths.The rows of sharp glinting white teeth from these tentacles caught Loki's attention. Another way to put it was; it made him fear these creatures.Loki's eyes went wide as he stares at the gigantic Graboid  that has a disgusting open mouth.The men, and some of them were women, took a step away from the perimeter the graboid's tentacles could go.

"Oh hell,"  Conner  said, pointing the guns at this huge Graboid. "The Graboid's have grown twice their size."

"A idiot scientist  probably sent out a genetically engineered animal into the wild." Izzy guesses with her gun aimed at the Graboid.

"Let's send this dirt shark to the stone age!" Tara said with a toothpick sticking out of the corner of her mouth. 

"Graboid, Tara." The third man corrects her.

"Fine, whatever." Tara said. "See you in hell, dirt shark!"

The small group pressed the triggers. Small items resembling grenades shot out surrounded by a noticeably dark smoke. The small grenade bullets struck into the graboid leaving gaping holes except one did not puncture its way out of the Pre-Cambrian creature.A man from the group presses a button on the side of his gun. Nothing happened but we can see that everyone else did the exact same thing one second after another.  Tara clicks the uneven button that has a dent in corner.

The Graboid exploded and then orange guts were sent flying in.

"One down!" Conner cheers, doing a fist pump.

"A whole lot left." Tara said.