You point your C.L.R. down at your feet and pray to whatever god you worship that you don't miss. By pure luck you get the damned thing. You waste no time getting the hell out of the waterhole and onto dry land with Riku and the rest of your C.R.U.S.T. team.
"What the hell was that?" asked Riku, ripping the squirming remnants of the tentacle from your foot.
"I don't know, but I'm not about to find out."
you say, trying to wring the water out of your clothes. "I thought I was gonna lose my left foot!"
You turn to Marrow Tybia, the communications expert. "Can you find any forms of life here?"
Tybia taps furiously on his heatfinding equipment before answering. "I got nothing. At least not on the surface." He squints at the analysis screen and hits it. "Damn. That can't be right. It says here that there are some readings in caverns underneath the water."
Riku blows his top. "That's it! This is my last mission! I'll do whatever I have to do to get out of this company!"
"Relax, Typhoon. The closest one is a twenty feet down from that pool over there." Marrow points at the waterhole you barely got out of.
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