Oh good.
Cania, DaleNixon, Geoff, Daphaknee, and 8128 suit up.
Kill It With Fire
The guy we talked to on the radio was… odd. Said all the right things, knew his shit, seemed personable enough, but every word felt wrong. Under duress? On drugs? Who knows.
We pull up with the humvee, and there’s a good amount of activity on-site. A dog. People in coats, some panicked, some not. Fast little rabbit things dart about?
No obvious alien craft, no signs of battle. Smart money’s on cryptids.
We talk to these two jagoffs. They’re eager to leave but evasive on what happened here and why they called for help. Something about a chemical leak making people hallucinate.
Geoff roughs them both up and they stick to their story.
Commotion outside. We lock them in and keep looking.
The f-
DaleNixon detains the group and takes a long, hard look at the sprawling, smoldering thing on the ground.
He takes the cigar out of his mouth with a “Dear geeead…”
The door busts open. Our two contacts pour out, oozing with whipping tendrils and gnashing jaws.
Dale and Geoff light them up.
Back by the humvee, one of Daphaknee and Cania’s detainees melts into another one of these fucking horrors.
The nightmare begins.
8128 tussles with the “rabbits” we saw earlier. They are not rabbits turns out!!!
They are also extremely fucking fast!
So fast, in fact, that they leap onto Daphaknee and horrifically metamorph them into one of their own!
The team falls back to the humvee, pops open the inventory door and starts tossing napalm grenades into the fray.
They then line up, and start a slow, sweeping advance on the main bunker these monsters seem to be creeping out of.
The DaphaThing charges through the fire and is lit aflame, melting into a pulsating puddle. Cania shoots the pile of slime.
Absolutely anything and everything that moves is killed, and then re-killed, and then set on fire.
We reach the bunker.
Room by room, the team pops open a door, throws in a napalm grenade, then sets up for some burning abomination to stagger out. It is then gunned down by three fortified agents.
There are a few civilian survivors. Let’s just say we’re gonna be running a test or two before we let them go.
Back at the Red Forest, the lab is at once flabbergasted and deeply unsettled.
The site is marked for an airstrike by the mig, and we pray to god we don’t get another call like this.