The alien entities were all the same blue color, and packed so close together I couldn’t tell where one Phant ended and another began. That was good in a way, because by grouping together like that, the alien liquid made for an easy target. Not that it really mattered, because bullets and grenades didn’t harm Phants. Although, I hadn’t tried flame yet . . . I swapped my Gat for an incendiary thrower and loosed flaming streams of jellied gasoline into the glowing mass. The stuff worked great, adhering to the entities and sheathing them in flames that burned all the fiercer thanks to the oxygen-rich atmosphere. Unfortunately, all I did was convert the alien beings into mist form. Now instead of a river of Phants, I faced a living, gaseous wall of them. Nicely done, Rade. “Facehopper, did you hear what I said?” I sent over the comm. “There’s an army of Phants coming out of the hole.
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