Another beautiful day in Seattle. What better than to go crawling around the sewers looking for something that's hunting the local ghoul population? Ghouls are great at sneaking around in the dark, and something is after them. What could go wrong?

8 bodies, for starters. Stripped, strung up, and chewed on. Light appetizers compared to the horrors of the Chinese front lines, but not normal for the sewers of the Seattle arcology.

Mesta's contact says the bite marks are from a ghoul, but this isn't what you would expect from a normal ghoul. Which is kind of funny, trying to define anything about a ghoul as normal. They don't chew on unspoiled flesh, that's for sure, and this meat is fresh.

Lovely.

Mesta, Sorena and our guides elect to head back to the surface, and see if our handlers can ID the bodies. Maybe find a pattern in where they were last seen. I stay behind and spin a web. I'm hungry, and what ever left these bodies behind will probably be back.

A few hours pass, and I hear something very quiet sneaking up behind a ventilation duct. It lingers, but does not enter. I bet it's probing, and wait.

It wasn't probing. It was planting a satchel charge.

The explosion smashes the ceiling into my mandibles, and I get bounced off a few walls on the way to the floor. It's almost as undignified as it is unprofessional. I should know better.

The explosion fades, and I stay down, hoping something comes in looking for pieces. But nothing does.

And then Mesta's voice in my head, "I just got ambushed."

He's fine. Better than fine, he took out a handful of baddies, too! The power and glory of a fully erupted gravikinetic parapsychic is a wondrous thing.