It was time. Chemotactic agent Philip Neutro had been feeling restless all morning. Suddenly he'd become sticky and began to adhere to the walls. He was now superadherent and knew his only option was to squeeze out the door.

He must must find... eat... kill... the foreign intruders.

He'd known there was trouble. He had recognised their smell. He left the apartment and grabbed a chemotaxi heading downtown.

"Pour it on, driver." The latest report said that they were already in Glendale.

Neutro intended to take it directly to the enemy. He'd use his skeleton to envelope agents of the foreign Negac Tsara'at, and then... But eating them would not be enough. To ensure that others like them would not grow and organize from within, Neutro would employ...the Oxidative Burst.

"Vat ees beeg hurry, friend," the driver asked. Neutro glanced at the face and name on the hack license taped to the glove compartment and then fixed his gaze on the little black hairs dotting the back of the driver's neck.

He thought about nothing as he ripped his arms away from the back seat and encircled the neck of the driver as the cab lurched to a sudden stop.

Ken from Ken's Kitchen