Taking a deep breath, Shift Supervisor Shelldrake turned and led his men down the stairs to the Lower Laboratory ...
|Super' Shelldrake and team enter the lab ...|
|and see a whole load of nuthin ...|
|Hugh and Pew could not believe what they were seeing ...|
|From the corridor the retching seemed to echo endlessly ...|
|The team move through the dissection lab|
|Shelldrake was proud of the way his team dispersed through the door|
|'Euwww ' said Pew|
Pew knelt beside the body and reached to check for life - "Jees, boss," he began, "This guy's been ripped apart."
But Shelldrake wasn't paying attention; someone - or was it something?! - had come around the corner ahead of Pew. Whatever it was, screamed and shouted, reaching toward him and Pew.
|"What the hell?!?"|
Without hesitation, Shelldrake readied his shotgun and pulled the trigger.
Pew failed his In Sight; but Shelldrake passed 1d6. Unfortunately, his Snap Fire missed. Ooops ...