NOT A MARINE, NOT A SCIENTIST,
NOTHING HUMAN.
The head looked to be encased in a metal jacket, but as this thing moved, the metal-like skin of its face moved…. shifted…
But eyes…Does it have eyes?Those dozens of whitish things—were they eyes? Though it certainly had a mouth. No doubting that. And the legs—massive, ending in giant wedge-shaped claw feet.
It raised its hands. At least it didn’t have any weapons. Still, those claws looked nasty.
An alien,Kane thought.We have aliens here?
But even as the thing took a towering step close to him, Kane doubted that.
Aliens. Arriving in spaceships? Was that what was happening here?
He raised the shotgun. Whatever the hell it was, Kane was about to blow it off the walkway when he felt something close around his head.
Peripheral vision told him the bad news: another one of those things had appeared on the walkway behind him.
And now it held Kane’s unhelmeted head firmly in its massive hand, squeezing tight.
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