View character profile for: Glenn Roberts
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Crowning Point > Milk River Hatchery
The Marshal flailed but the snake thing held tight so he had to loose his weapon to get a grip on it. This sucker was strong but Roberts was still very much in shape and managed to pry the bastard off, promptly throwing it to the floor.
The organism looked like an albino cobra, the way it's face sort of frilled out at the sides but it had no face really. No eyes. Just a hissing maw.
"Jesus, what the hell is THAT thing?!" yelled one of the officers. The other took aim with his incinerator.
Erikson watched on in a panic at the unfolding scene. Seeing that creature again made his heart race, he lost control of himself and began to hyperventilate.
The snake creature shot like a torpedo behind one of the desks and out of sight, but the Marshal didn't waste a beat, he rounded the desk and raised his weapon to put the thing down.
"Keep your eyes out for others!", he commanded before he squeezed the trigger.
Erikson waited patiently for an officer to rescue him. He couldn't grip his hands tight, or even properly move - he was weak and limp.
The snake-thing exploded into yellowish-green goo as the shotgun frag round hit.
Then, unexpectedly, the creature’s blood began to sizzle and quickly corrode everything it touched. It ate away at the desk and data terminal, as well as the chair and the floor.
Now safe Erikson was returned to his friends. Nila held him upright, she felt so bad for her co-worker, first that fish and now this. "Are you alright?" Nila asked.
"I'm... okay," Erikson said in a struggle. Osman tapped him on the shoulder, trying to reassure him.
"We're going to get you sorted Erikson. I promise you."
"I'm so sorry E," Nila said softly.
"This isn't your fault Nila, it's none of your faults," Erikson replied.
"I think I better get you checked up, I'll get you over to the medical facility. Nila you stay here with SEC, if they ask any questions you answer them." Osman explained.
Nila nodded as she watched her boss escort Erikson away from the hatchery, she prayed he'd make it through.
The Marshal turned at the sound of water splashing. Behind him, the massive tank was spouting from an area the size of a quarter and mottled across the glass were several smaller areas of glass bulging out as if they were about to burst. One area, streaked by the acid, split open and the tank began spraying. It was about to break.
Looking from the floor to his clothes, the Marshal noticed a trail of blood spatter on his vest had already eaten small holes part way through. It was a good thing he kept his distance when shooting the creature.