Infection

They would need to call the MICE in for this one.  There really was no two ways about it.  When a fungal infection had gotten this large you called the MICE.  

Problem was that the MICE would want a full growing cycle of observation to make sure they had caught everything and only they could tell what a growing cycle could be.  This had come up fast so chances were it wouldn't be more than a couple of days.  But you could never tell.

The other problem was that the infection was blocking three lanes of roadway, heading right into the heart of the city.  Rising up as a giant mound of putrescent yellow tissue. The shelf of it was  taller than the average Cohm.  Tarmac either side of it's base had been ripped up leaving a giant gash in the center of the road, the sidwalks on the east side were ruined.

And somehow, it had come up overnight, the fruiting body of some giant mushroom bomb.  The rumour mill seemed to believe that  this was a left-over from the war.  Hellion Squad was holding back judgement for now, but they could at least agree they hoped the rumour mill was right.  It was the easiest explanation. Otherwise that meant the Cohm were still actively attacking the city despite the pact.    Reviewing the notes at his desk, TJ was honest enough with himself to admit that although he loved the new power and the assocated benefits, in some ways he missed the days when a traffic incident involved nothing more than a few cars or a traditional explosive.