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The young man grew even paler, if that were possible. His face held the look of someone who immensely regretted something.

"No no wait you don't-!"

He tried to get his backpack off before the agents pounced on him, but he was shot before he managed to get the second loop off. 150,000 volts surged through him, locking up every muscle in his body and immediately eliminating his ability to speak.

The electric energy also activated the prime-charge in his backpack. As he fell to the floor, the bag blew open in a small but deafening explosion.

What followed was where the real danger started. Something black and bubbly started pouring out of the sack. It was strange and hideous in appearance - dark and boiling and hissing and gelatinous. It was like liquid smoke mixed with bathtub suds and pitched ink. It screeched and howled like it was alive, as if it were some hungry, ravenous monster. A rotting stench fumed out of it.

The screeching was, in fact, the sound of the black dissolving everything it touched. It spread out across the room like fire, obliterating everything it came in contact with. Chairs and tables sunk into a sea of bubbling tar like sinking ships. Any agents unlucky enough to touch the stuff would feel excruciating agony as the material ate through kanvium, ceramite, flesh and bone like paper, before crawling up their limbs onto their torsos.

The three Isirians jumped out of their seats and immediately backed towards the wall. The young woman screamed. The man ushered them into a corner, sweat mopping his brow.

"Oh my god," he gasped. The black had likely by now spread to all corners of the room. They were seemingly trapped as it closed in on them, their only escape being through the main doorway leading into the complex at large... which was, unfortunately, locked to them.

"Oh my god," he repeated, "somebody... somebody help us..."

The old woman simply looked on, pale and cold. She clutched at her granddaughter.