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- He smells it before he sees it—a melted hole in the deck plates, about the size of a human. It stinks of rotten eggs, with a piercing sour note as though someone is pushing a needle into his nose. Dorian gives it a wide berth as he ti
- ptoes, barefoot, around it.
- “What the fuck is that?” he whispers.
- “Commander Cardozo must’ve gotten one of them. Remember the acid for blood?” She pulls one of the flashbangs from her bandolier. “Just make sure you steer clear when a snatcher goes down.”
- “Yeah, no problem.” He peers over the edge into the hole, which descends two decks down. One of the beasts lies shattered at the bottom. Bilious yellow blood hisses on the floor, spreading from its corpse like drops of water on a hot frying pan. He remembers reading Mackie’s design report, about how the SCIF’s exterior decks were super hydrophobic, to stop the acid from breaking through.
- ***
- Alien: The Cold Forge, Chapter 15
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