"Let's fucking end this and go to our objective," Adrian said.
The Hunter roared again while stumbling through the burning office floor.
Half its torso had been blown apart by the AT4 rocket, exposing shattered ribs, melted flesh, and blackened organs hanging grotesquely from its body.
But it still moved.
Ryan immediately slammed another magazine into his rifle.
"I seriously hate these things."
"CONTACT FRONT!" one operator shouted.
The Hunter lunged across the office floor violently despite its injuries.
THUPTHUPTHUPTHUP.
Suppressive fire hammered the creature nonstop while sparks, blood, and chunks of mutated flesh exploded across the burning room.
The radiation-mutated Hunter barely slowed.
Its enlarged arm smashed through overturned office desks like cardboard while the creature barreled directly toward the team.
Then one operator stepped forward carrying an M320 grenade launcher.
"MOVE!"
THUMP.
The 40mm grenade struck directly against the Hunter's upper chest.
