When we walked through the door, all the fish were hovering at the top of the tank. One floated upside down--still alive, but upside down all the same. As I watched, it turned over and struggled downward, only to bob back up towards the surface. A second fish floated up toward the first and slowly rolled onto its side.
I couldn't stop watching, able to tear my eyes away from the sickly creatures only when they were closed.
When I got into my cab, the driver was on his cell phone. He asked where we were going and then returned to his conversation, coordinating a trip for tomorrow to go somewhere and buy spy equipment.
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