DISTRICT 9 X SILENCE OF THE LAMBS
When aliens launch brain-scrambling attacks, world-class neurologist Enid Penfield is hired to mentally protect special forces from the strange mind-altering powers. But her loyalty shifts after she’s kidnapped by rogue aliens and discovers the true threat is a human terrorist organization bent on genocide. Trapped between two sides, Enid must decide whether saving the alien civilization is worth her family’s lives.
The telling stench of skunkish musk, rotting fish, and ammonia piss assaulted Chief Inspector Gunner as he strode through the apartment door. Sunlight slashed through tiny holes in garbage bags that blacked out the windows, highlighting the dark space with yellow bars.
It was a small living room littered with fishbones and glittering beetle carapaces. A mouse-chewed coffee table and broken pullout couch passed as furniture.
Gunner’s officers stood next to him, weapons out. “Moose” Massey on his left and Pauline Khoury on his right. Bartlett had disappeared into the kitchen. Four more officers covered the outside exits.
The Ganoid Squad they jokingly called themselves. But that’s what they were. The only RCMP team assigned to keep aliens under control.
A Ganoid female huddled in the paint-crusted corner. A tall, muscular body beneath sparkling scales. Sharp claws protruded from her fingertips, clutching a loose, vomit-stained blouse. Her scales and drooping crown feathers glowed green through Gunner’s night vision contacts.
Moose crowded in on her, forcing her to cower.
An adult male, nude to the waist, wearing cutoff athletic pants that accommodated clawed feet, hunched against the opposite wall. Pauline twisted a shiny black braid while keeping her gun trained on the alien.
Squawks split ears from the next room. Chicks.
“Damn,” Pauline said. “I should get out the pepper spray. It would smell a hell of a lot better.”