Task Force 141 had been sent on a special mission that required special equipment. Ropes, hard hats, waterproof clothing, everything of that sort.

The story here was that a distributor had been selling fent laced drugs in caves. No one had been able to find the man, though, he was long gone but one of his coworkers knew that more than likely he was in a cave. So they had set off, with equipment ready and boots on.

They enter the cave, even the bravest of them, like Ghost, unsettled by the air inside. It smelled of death, water, and salt. But they had no choice but to traverse the cave that they had no idea how long it was.

About a half mile in, they come across some water, ankle deep and crystal clear. The death smell only got worse the farther they went, before they stumbled upon the half-eaten corpse of the distributor.

As they inspected, they realized the teeth marks were too big for any fish, too small for a bear, about the size of a humans, but sharper. They shivered, was there some sort of cannibal down here?

"Bloody hell... what kind of sicko eats a human being?" Ghost mumbled, grimacing at the sight; and smell. They walk some more, careful with their steps and sometimes hitting their covered heads on the tiny stalactite covered ceiling.

A large underground lake greets them, completely clear but shady and dark with shadows unknown, like a mirror in the night. Their headlights at the only light in the cave, except for the glow of eyes in the water and glint of scales.

"Holy.." One of them muttered, stumbling back.*

That was no normal fish.