The tak tak tak of the electronically driven thorium-laced rounds punched holes a quarter-large in the face and petals of one monstrocity; tears off one flesh-petal and turning the back of its head into a fist-sized exit hole in the same instance as the bulb-shaped head snapped back momentarily on the upright abomination.
It didnt kill or even seem to wound it as the breif exposure showed the organ-tounge barely visible in the back of the throat cavity.
It lurched the same time Hermit tried to admonish the two agents who seemed pretty content in the back it lurched forwards again and the remaining petals flared as the tounge extended and burbled its echo-location; Exposing itself to find its prey. Judgement did not realize when he wrapped one gloved hand around the slimy organ but when he took notice the abomination made a new, groulp sound and pulled back defensively.
AS it pulled one way the psychic was forced to pull the other to stay on his feet. There was resistance and then a sliding sensation and finally like pulling a fish out of the sea the fleshy-pink organ was pulled fully out with a disgusting plop and judgement was forced to overcompensate when almost four feet and twenty pounds of mass suddenly slapped him in the face as it flailed and brought him to the ground.
The once-tounge, still very much alive, was flopping about and was a massive of calcium-like studs along its length that were clearly made for holding itself inside its host and was a spiked mass of exposed teeth and one end where the visible tounge had been before flaring out like a pear into a much fleshier looking sack the size of a softball. As it flailed it was able to constrict suprisingly well and managed to flop its flared end up and smack judgement right in the face like a visible blow.
The flesh deflated slightly and there was a feeling of pressure as it covered his face as it actually tried to force itself past his lips and teeth and into a new host but found obvious resistance as he instictually began to flail and hit it back.
It was Mollay who acted first, grabbing it by the toothed-end and with as much momentum as he could swung it like a bat directly into a wall where it made a disgusting splat noise and stuck slightly before he then slammed it onto the floor and stitched seven rounds up its length until it stopped moving.
The prone one met its own end when Justice round traveled through the top of its head and directly through the tounge as the kinetic force easily ruptured the organic creature and it flopped limp on the ground.
"Well," Mollay spoke first, "That was, uh..."
"Dissapointing." Blue finished, caring little enough to acknowledge Hermits attitude as he stepped past the still prone moon and judgement, and the unmoving tounge to the pron abomination.
"Control." he stated, putting another round into its spine in some kind of precaution.
"Control." Mollay agreed, and another was put into the flat-tounges bulb on the ground before the sense of alert tension off the two men simply washed away from their felt emotions.
"They arent bad." Mollay defended the group as he removed the half full magazine and swapped it with a fresh one before casually wiping abomination-juice off his gloves onto the wall. "Just no frame of reference or experience like some of the others."
Blue grunted with little more than a "They'll learn." Before he started down the hall, clearly expecting them to follow.
Mollay, the rearguard, moved to the back of the group but first reached out for an adjacent door to clear the interior. He pushed it slightly open and simply fell right through the door and, of all things, down and out of their perception as if he had fallen through the floor.
The door, now open for them, simply opened into a black void with no room they knew should be there, no oposite end, no interior.
And no floor.
Blue swung around at Mollays sudden muffled cry and was already bringing up his rifle and cautiously but urgently pacing their way.
The first one brav enough to look through the door was as if the world itself simply ended. To either side was cut off walls, distant rooms several feet away, and nothing but the dark as if someone had placed a building at the edge of a cliff and never continued to build out over the edge.
Bellow them, pipes simply ended, cut off, as water spewed out into the void... Upwards... Like rain falling in reverse. Above them, perhpase seventy feet up, was the rest of the facility it had been cut out from as the water flowed up and into the pipes above to continue their journey into the above-facility seen beneath all its lain cable and pipes and insulation.
The part of the facility they found themselves in was somehow raised or lowered into...
Into what was unsure. As looking out was simply black looking back. And those with the perception to know otherwise hurt to look too deeply.
Bellow them, however, they could just barely see the lower levels of the facility some twenty feet bellow them as they looked at what must be the ceiling of the next floor. And Mollay had fallen right through it...
Somwhere in the facility where psychic emanations had once been felt now dwindled to near nothing as Kay and Black finished their own fight.
