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Discovery Log ████
On ██/██/████ multiple reports came in from Nevada about mutated animals attacking civilians. MTF Sigma-7 ("Mutagens") were dispatched to investigate.<Begin Log>
"Alright, that's the brief, get out there and make some mutants into mincemeat." The Commander, Alex, finished up and we prepared to depart.
"You do realize we contain these things, right?"
"When you get out of the transport and pick up a gun, then you get to criticize my one-liners."
As our Field Researcher/driver, Max Brown, bickered with Alex about his one-liners, the rest of us climbed out of the truck. The valley, so far, was clear, but faint sounds echoed around us. Screams, screeches, crashes, and crackles. When Smack exited, we started setting out on our mission through the canyon.
According to the GPS, we needed to travel through the canyon to get to the clearing, a popular camping ground.
We smelled the clearing before we saw it, even through the respirators. As we rounded the bend, I had to duck beneath a human arm missing half its fingers, dangling off of a rock. There was a mound of flesh that contained more tumors than a medical waste incinerator at a hospital, and scattered around was what looked like the corpses of some campers— one of them was impaled through the chest on a sharp rock, blood going all the way up it. He was the lucky one— it looked like it got through his heart. All of the others had been torn apart.
And then there were the… I'm not sure you can call them Insects. They had head, fangs, front legs and fuzz of a tarantula, but it had wings and hind legs like a grasshopper. Alex had to put a hand on my gun to prevent me from panic-firing when it looked like it was going to jump towards us. I couldn't tell how many of them there were, but they were about as big as dogs. I watched as one of them bit off the hand of the impaled camper, and scuttled back through…
The portal.
The giant disk loomed ominously over the scene, bathing the carnage in a blood-red glow. The surface looked almost liquid, rippling and waving whenever an Insect scrambled through.
Nick squeezed the flamethrower's trigger, clearly eager to incinerate these things. Containment was the primary mission, but I didn't blame him— guy hated bugs, and had the scars to show why.
Alex leaned over and whispered something to our scout, Jackson, who slipped into the trees.
"Alright, we don't know what we're facing here. These bugs could shoot acid or breathe nitroglycerin. Take out what we can, and we'll check the portal."
The squad fell into their positions. Nick and Alex took the front end, while Thomas scrambled up a tree for cover. Mike took the flank with Dan and his macgyvered tesla cannon. I took the rear guard, and Slash was nowhere to be seen.
The insects screeched and charged towards us from all sides. When they were close enough, flames engulfed the creatures, prompting even more high-pitched cries. Muzzles flashed and the beasts fell. The horde swarmed around the back, they just kept coming. Slash was still nowhere to be seen.
We were herded closer and closer to the swirling red disk but held our ground as much as we could.
And that's when Jackson burst from a tree, hauling it down onto a cluster of Insects with a hideous splat.
"COME GET SOME YOU INSECTOID ASSHATS!"
With that, he flung himself into the horde, sending them skittering in all directions. Those that weren't so lucky were given a knife in the face or absence of head.
As Jackson regrouped, I had some questions.
"Where were you?"
"Gordon, relax. I get out of worse scrapes than this on a weekly basis."
As much as I hated to acknowledge it, Jackson had a talent for not dying. No matter what situation he got into he would emerge unscathed.
"I know that, but that wasn't the question," I paused to place a few rounds in an Insects brain. "You just left."
"Element of surprise. Also, Alex asked me to get this from the truck." He passed a metal box the size of a Rubik's cube to the Commander, who handed it to Dan, the team techie.
"We have bigger problems. Literally!"
Mike had turned to the portal just in time to see a mass of tendrils snaking from its red surface. We leapt to the side and Dan discharged his Tesla cannon into the things, the crackling blue sparks webbing across the tentacles, producing no reaction whatsoever. We were all out of the way, so now we could-
"AAAAH!"
One of the Insects had pinned Jackson to the floor, mandibles snapping wildly at his face. And now the tendrils were twisting towards him. Electricity, fire, lead, No matter what we tried, the tentacles refused to stop and were now wrapped around him. We tried pulling them off him, tugging him loose, but once the thing from the portal had a good hold on him, he was wrenched, screaming, through the rift.
"Jackson!"
If this mission wasn't bad enough, it just got a thousand times worse.
"Gordon, radio Brown, the rest of you, get ready, we're going after him."
I sent an emergency message to the truck, not waiting for a reply: "Jackson got snatched through the portal, we're going in after him."
With that sent, we lunged through the portal without hesitation, and popped out into a rocky wasteland, with three huge moons hanging in the sky.
It was just in time to see Jackson Reeves vanish down the gullet of a massive centipede, screaming in fear and pain all the way.
But it wasn't just a giant centipede. Its maw opened horizontally, extending the length of its underbelly, and lined with teeth.
And the portal snapped shut behind us.
"Gordon, check for a connection to the Site. Thomas, pick off any more tentacles. Dan, Mike and Nick, light this bastard up."
