"A Fire Spitter..." Rachel muttered, her face draining of all color as the terrible recognition settled over her like a suffocating blanket.
She could never mistake the distinctive pattern of destruction that lay before her—the precise circular blast area, the intense scorch marks radiating outward from the impact point, the way the reinforced door had been completely vaporized rather than simply damaged. This was exactly the same type of attack that had devastated the Municipal Office two months ago, the signature weapon of an enhanced infected creature that Ryan had shot down.
They had been naively foolish to assume that only one Fire Spitter existed in the entire region. The alien intelligence or whatever controlling these enhanced creatures clearly had access to multiple specimens, and now one of them had found their carefully fortified home.
