| You draw two throwing knives from your pack as your rifle drops to ready in its sling. Everywhere the room is erupting in noise, and you can't help but notice that the seven "associates" (remember, those folks with the syringes and plastic tubing?) are all seemingly disconcerted, perplexed, lost, flustered, and bleeding from dozens of superficial wounds, all caused by shrapnel from the HEDP rifle grenade. The back wall seems to be occupied, at least in the floor NEXT to the back wall, with a giant Black Widow spider, and you're not sure what to make of the mother-queen-spider's condition: it's still locked down, but bleeding (greenish-yellow "blood") everywhere - but it still seems to be trying to move - the entire gurney seems to shift with it. Whatever it is, you've got to hand it to *it*, it's seriously hardy... |
