TF 141 and König had gotten a warning of an object headed towards outskirts of the city, falling at a fast speed. The team was sent to secure the area of the projectile. in the center of the concrete crater looked like massive curled up feathers.

"Scheisse-" König gasped "what the hell is that thing?" Gaz asked aloud "not a f*ckin projectile" soap said sarcastically "shut it soap" ghost scoffed

It slowly started to unfurl and move

"Don't move!" Price pointed his gun at the mass of feathers