The first thing that hit L, so early that he wasn't sure they weren't still in the previous room, was the smell. The last time alarms had blared through the halls of Landel's like this, there had been this kind of smell in the corridors: spilled blood and rot. Now it was almost strong enough to make him retch.
The room they'd arrived in looked like another security monitoring station, lit by a huge bank of screens, but this one was full of mutilated bodies and a large, putrescent cat. That explained the stench.
Their arrival distracted the creature from a meal: it was feasting on the throat of a man in a white coat. It occurred to L that he was almost certain of the man's identity, given the circumstances, but there was no chance to establish that yet. The cat's attention snapped to them, fresh live meat, and it prepared to attack.
L had ended the transporter journey where he'd started in relation to the others, behind Castiel and Lloyd and next to Lana. He steadied himself as well as he could, raised the pistol from his hip, and stuck his hand out between the other two men to fire at the creature, a shot that he hoped would find its mark somewhere in its top half.
If that didn't kill it, they had swords. It was weird how he'd had time to be disgusted, for his stomach to turn, but not to be afraid of the thing about to launch itself at them.
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The first thing that hit L, so early that he wasn't sure they weren't still in the previous room, was the smell. The last time alarms had blared through the halls of Landel's like this, there had been this kind of smell in the corridors: spilled blood and rot. Now it was almost strong enough to make him retch.
The room they'd arrived in looked like another security monitoring station, lit by a huge bank of screens, but this one was full of mutilated bodies and a large, putrescent cat. That explained the stench.
Their arrival distracted the creature from a meal: it was feasting on the throat of a man in a white coat. It occurred to L that he was almost certain of the man's identity, given the circumstances, but there was no chance to establish that yet. The cat's attention snapped to them, fresh live meat, and it prepared to attack.
L had ended the transporter journey where he'd started in relation to the others, behind Castiel and Lloyd and next to Lana. He steadied himself as well as he could, raised the pistol from his hip, and stuck his hand out between the other two men to fire at the creature, a shot that he hoped would find its mark somewhere in its top half.
If that didn't kill it, they had swords. It was weird how he'd had time to be disgusted, for his stomach to turn, but not to be afraid of the thing about to launch itself at them.