Adam recognized the grenades and hesitated. Made from wax, they shattered onto the roof and smoke billowed forth.

The human members of the team doubled over, choking, breathless. The mass of snakes fell over, separated, and slithered out of their coat into various directions.

Then only Gladys was still standing. The false skin of her left hand melted as she closed a fist that crackled with electricity. She heard someone in the smoke and punched blindly, hitting nothing. Before she could react further, someone knocked her down.

A voice boomed from above, “Adam Obianu. It is time you returned home.”