Alien- Comms Tool

  “Manning! We’ve got something here. I think we killed it but it’s hard to tell.” His voice shook. He wished it could have been excitement, but it was fear. Everything about the creature was terrifying. The way it moved, the way it looked—even the way it died.

  Manning didn’t respond. Connors frowned.

  Juergens pointed to his helmet, then to Connors.

  “Comm’s dead. Whatever that thing bleeds, it got your helmet.” Connors pulled it off quickly, and looked at the damage. It could only have been a few drops of whatever passed for blood in the nightmare, but that had been enough. The unit was slagged, and a hole had burned partially through the durable shell of the helmet itself. He flipped the helmet over and realized that the caustic fluid was still burning through. Hydrogen fluoride, was that what the damned file said? He wished they could have brought the downloads with them now. He wished he’d read a little more carefully.

  If Juergens hadn’t pointed out the damage, there was a chance it would have reached his scalp. Before he could say thanks, Groff spoke up.

Sea of Sorrows, Chapter 20