There was a park near the mouth of the Metro station at Grayditch's eastern edge, long ago. A few of the rides are still present- the fulcrums of the see-saws, the rusted-out remnants of the monkey bars, even the pitted, corroded sheets of metal that had once been the slides. It lies a little lower than the surrounding road-beds, but it offers the
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"Wait," says Ellen. "You seriously think you can make these creatures' next generation that small?"
"Well, perhaps not the next generation, but one extremely proximal to that," says the man, adjusting his glasses. "I estimate a likelihood of about five generational turn-overs before the current oversized cohort is completely replaced by specimens of less than an inch in length."
Ellen glances over at Val, who she knows is far better educated than she- for all the Vault's trying- and then back to the man. "How do you expect something like that to even work?"
"A modified strain of something called the Forced Evolutionary Virus," says the man proudly. "I obtained a sample some time ago and have been attempting to modify it from producing monstrous mutants to rendering organisms significantly smaller and more tractable-"
He goes nattering on, but Ellen turns to the others. "I think we need to find the hatchery," she says, "but I think we also need to be very, very careful what we blow up. If he's using a virus to change these creatures, and we blow stuff up without making sure it all burns, we could get exposed."
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"Let's- let's just shut this down," he says then taps his headset, "I'll keep an eye out in case Spoon runs into anything that gives him serious trouble."
Then he ducks out to keep watch on the werewolf.
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There are a number of less structurally sound bits of wall than there were when he came out.
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"Not for us to decide," he says, "All we can do is try and minimize the damage."
Sometimes being support instead of command sucks.
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When he was human, if Yunno was an adult, this would be the point he offered a fag. He doesn't smoke anymore, so he offers a stick of gum instead.
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"Well, if I can reach my equipment, I can issue a chemical signal that will cause all the ants of the current brood to immediately begin attacking one another instead of humans- or anything else, for that matter," the man says. "It's the ant queen's nest guardians that make this so difficult, you see. There are five of them- filthy little abominations."
"When you say little-"
"Well, that isn't precisely correct. They're only little by comparison to the queen. I'd say any one of them is probably about as big as your red-skinned friend there."
Ellen winces. "Can they breathe fire too?"
"Oh, most indubitably. But if you can just take out the five of them and come back here, I'll issue that inhibitor pulse and there won't be any more trouble from these creatures what-so-ever."
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The talk about this 'FEV' thing? Way too creepy to be commented on.
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Already past any guardian ants.
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Sticking his head out of the lab he calls out, "Hey, Spoon! We got some guardian ants to take care of. Big like me, outta be fun."
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"If the Guardian's antennas are injured will they react like the scouts and soldiers?" she asks the scientist. "I'm ready."
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