June was the month the Myfecta had gone rogue.
ARCC had planned to trap the Myfecta within close proximity to the coastal area. The near town beach is like a C, and the blockade on a straight line down, as if the C has become reserve D. The blockade is a wide net reaching the depths attached with sound machines to change the creatures direction as not to go beyond the blockade. If secondary fails; ARCC boats are clear to fire explosive rounds as warning shots. A last resort they don't want to use because it will endanger the Myfecta.
All that remains is that the specialist inside the Myfecta's spacial warping stomach do something fast and quick to avoid such a collision. Everything is time, and time is the enemy.
Ben takes a good look around. It is the inside of a Myfectam he thought.
He returned to the box to get his gear. The gas meter was running low; he needs a refill and capable weapons for danger that might arise. Nothing lethal. His weapon of choice as a precautionary to the Myfecta is a assault rifle. Bullets: rubber.
As he reached for the gas container, he saw that fluids obscured the cameras. He swiped the smudge off.
"Visibility is back on, sir," a female voice called.
"Indeed," the Director agreed.
The gear that Ben wore mostly surrounded his whole body. A pressurised jump suit and then armor add-on. The air was toxic to breath, so a good supply of clean oxygen does the trick to prevent death as long it is fixed to his mask breather.
"Get him on the radio," the Director told the nearest technician.
Static whispered from radio. "Ben do you hear me."
"Affirmative," he said.
"Just getting ready to scout ahead."
"Understandable." Looking to the screen, the Director spoke as if giving instructions, "Make sure to be on the lookout when heading out; you don't know, this ancient creature might harbor immune defence for foreigners."
"Got it," Ben said just finishing up.
He took his steps forward and stride off to his objective. Looking for any signs of abnormality.
With him, a camera mounted on his back like a turret, captured footage. Almost like a go pro (but advanced and highly recommended). Just when Ben was about to head out, he installed a optic cable to the camera. It was necessary so that signal wasn't lost and that other side can keep track. The camera is also connected to the box which has the RS instrument device.
Walking, humble steps at a time, scanning, turning side-to-side, then moving faster little it seems there was nothing in sight to spot.
The camera turret detected no unusual activity.
That was.....until Ben saw something beyond his gaze.
"Up ahead," he said and jogged to it.
"What is it son?" The radio questioned, uncertain.
"No...idea," Ben looked as confused as much as the other guy.
In the tent, the male technician typed on his computer and the audio sounded, "Running similarity test!..."
Images of the strange object taken by the camera was being sent to headquarters and relayed back to the main monitor. The servers at headquarters contained all the major information they made over the many years the organisation has been operating. A similarity test is always good for one thing. To find exact matches to that of unknown discovery. It should have it.
Green and crystal hard, vines sprouted from its foundation — almost like a plant. These vines, spiky, influenced the fleshy surface, mixing and oozing green liquid.
"Similarity Test Failed: Unknown Origin."
"What?!" The Director was in an uproar.
Somehow, the system worked but the specimen failed to register. This is new, the Director thought. This is entirely new.