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 Nothing.

"Anything?" Captain Edwards asked from up above.

"I don't know," Geisz replied uncertainly.

"Stay alert!" Captain Edwards advised them.

Geisz almost laughed. As if they had to be told! She cautiously took
another turn in the stairwell, walking to the right, her Dakon II at the
ready.

Something scraped below her.

Geisz stopped, leaning against the wall to protect her back.

"What is it?" Captain Edwards demanded.

Geisz ignored him, striving to pinpoint the source of the noise.

"What is it?" Captain Edwards asked again. "Why the holdup?"

Geisz motioned for quiet. She could detect the faint sound of heavy
breathing in her right ear.

"I'm getting something!" Dougherty suddenly yelled. "Lots of them!
Above and below us! AndтАж" he paused.

"And?" Captain Edwards angrily goaded him.

"And on both sides!" Dougherty said.

"Both sides?" Captain Edwards surveyed the stairwell. "There's nothing
there but brick walls!"

"This damn thing must be broken," Dougherty muttered, adjusting the
calibration control on his pulse scanner.

It wasn't.

The wall behind Private Dougherty abruptly collapsed, tumbling bricks
and mortar onto the stairs and creating a swirling cloud of dust.
 "What theтАж!" Captain Edwards began, and then he spotted the forms
pouring from the gaping hole in the stairwell wall.

Dougherty saw them too, and he cut loose with his fragmentation rifle,
the dumdum bullets ripping into the nightmarish creatures and blowing
their grisly bodies apart. He downed two, three, four in swift succession,
and then one of them reached him. Momentarily paralyzed with fear, he
screamed as a cold, clammy, moist hand closed on his throat.