Kharag began to pick out the alien scent as well, quite different from the acrid, oily fragrance of the jet fuel and fumes. He nodded and raised his mace, seeing the others readying their weapons.
"Ah, I think I have it."
James drew his sniper rifle, and as he glanced around, he blinked once. When his eyes opened, the pupils were red and slitted. From his point of view, the world was tinted red, and slightly distorted. He scanned around, both hoping that his mutated vision would reveal the source of te scent, and at the same time hoping that it wouldn't. Without speaking or glancing at Erica, he took two mags from the pouches on his tac-vest and handed them to her, scanning the area the whole time.