Uncle Alex sighs. "We tried. Three times. All we managed to do was clear the immediate area of any and all remaining marine life. Not to mention scare the hell out of some fishermen on the surface. The blast did nothing to the membranes, and the radiation was quickly absorbed into the eggs themselves."

"They absorbed the energy?" I ask, stunned.

He nods, "They've been making good use of it, too. Our best guess is that it's literally feeding them.  We've still got bigger nukes on standby if anything changes, but for now, nuclear weapons are off the table."

“I… I have to call Monique,” I blurt. It wasn’t what I wanted to say—I still have one more issue with all this—but Moniqu...

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