Black Horse, redoubles.

The Svalbard site's location had certain advantages. Minutes later, two million gallons of electrified seawater flooded 027's level. A tide of rats and centipedes hit it and drowned, and then a redoubled number crawled out over the corpses of the others, and bound into a tight raft. But 027 sank when it stood on it, and its host, instinct momentarily dominating, paddled to the surface for air.

“That'll stop it for minutes.”

“Minutes, or maybe longer if its host keeps control, look-”

Over the camera, they saw a dozen rats chew a gaping hole in 027's neck. The body slumped face-down in the water.

“Oh.”