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nightmare began,'' Doc confirmed, ''and four more are unaccounted for." |
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"What the hell good does a plan do us if we can't stop the damn thing?" Jake grumbled. |
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Kendall held up his hand. "I've been thinking about something Elliott said. Remember how he said the thing burned like an inferno last night, which got us to questioning how many of them there actually were?" |
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Everyone appeared to nod in unison. |
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"Doc thinks," Kendall continued, "that the reason the bullets don't do anything but destroy what appears to be lifeless tissue is because the damn things are operating on an essential base of plasma." |
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"Plasma?" Madden repeated. |
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"Plasmodium, to be more specific," Doc interjected. |
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"Highly volatile once the membrane is penetrated. We simply shrink it with heat," Kendall said triumphantly. |
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"Before everybody goes off half-cocked, I need to remind you that it's only a theory," Ferris cautioned. "But from E.G.'s description of what happened to that thing out there When the truck blew up, we just may be on to something." |
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It was time for me to play "yeah, but," and I did. "Yeah, but I don't know what actually happened to the thing. It turned into an inferno, all right, but we aren't one |
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