The creature’s tentacle began undulating, pumping whatever composed its body into the Skriker agent. To his credit, Lt. Florence managed to empty his entire pistol into the creature.

He choked again. His eyes were wide. His hands grasped the limb, but they sizzled and burned.

“Don't look, Tess,” Titus wheezed, but she didn't listen. She couldn’t. She had wondered why Titus hadn't wanted her to see Professor Armitage's last moments. Watching Lt. Florence's, she understood.

            Florence looked at Tess, his eyes pleading, but for what, she would never know. To not let him die? To make the pain stop? she wondered. His eyes burned into her mind harder than any image she had ever seen before. With the l...

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