Fish 1.2

MTF Era-28 was still in a silent state. As the huge metal military-grade helicopter flew, the sounds of its propellors whirring loud in the soldiers ears. They were heading towards the apparent source of the fish massacre, which was determined to be in the area near Baton Rouge, Lousiana. Below them, countless shrubs and small trees could be seen, one of the agents shifting his rifle uncomfortably.

Commander Tinchev hoisted an AA-12 over his shoulder, the man's expression grim and cold. Looking out the helicopter window, he could see parts of the river, completely dyed red. It was all, no doubt, blood. Fish blood. An ominous sign, like the many Tinchev, had experienced long ago. One could never know how a mission against a completely unknown anomaly could go. For the most part, though, it was a life or death situation, with the few Safe Class anomalies being a heaven-sent vacation to most.

A man operating the heavy machine gun suddenly said something through their mic. "Commander! I have sighted something!"

Commander Tinchev peered over, looking down. On the bank by n outcropping of boulders, was a giant pile of something white and red. Was this the anomaly? Tinchev motioned to the pilot, who, adjusting his headphones, made the helicopter descend lower.

After a minute, they came close enough to the ground to see what it was. A giant pile of fish bones. About one story tall and the width of a whole basketball court, to the MTF, it screamed danger.