Unwelcome reception

As you emerge from the subway, the hot wind blowing trash through the region, you see dead mutants littering the park - including the child-shaped one that spoke with you. Beyond them, between you and where the Kensington landed, you see about a dozen identical reptiloid warriors with dead silver eyes. The flames of the wrecked freighter lap at the bruised sky above, roiling black smoke rising toward the poisoned heavens. Beside the destroyed freighter is a sleek silver vessel. Standing on the boarding ramp of that vessel is a humanoid clad in a radiation suit. He carries a cane. As the wind dies down, he speaks: "Well, Jesus H. Christ cooking marshmallows on a samurai sword. Ain't y'all a sight?" Then he ducks into the silver vessel, slams the hatch shut. The reptiloids begin closing in on the group near the subway entrance. - Dimitri Volstov, 1999, after unleashing the Legion Virus.