"Alright men! Your missions is in the Pacific Ocean." The tall man had told them. "At 0700 local time we intercepted a distress message from the Russian city of New Moscow." The man said as a holographic image appeared behind him. It showed the underwater city of New Moscow. The 6 men at the table looked at it with eager eyes. It was about time they got off the sub. 

"What did the message say?" Asked the leader of the group. He had an air of cocky easea to him. Like most West Coast SEALS he was always like that. They were known for being jokers. His team was no different. Eacxh of them were like brothers to each other. They had gone through the training together and each trusted the others. They would lay down their lives if the chance presented itself. It was their way. They had not expected the mission to go so wrong.

"The message stated that something had gotten loose. It was free. That was all if said." The man told them. The image then changed to a satelite image of the area. "Alright since you morons can't read so history. New Moscow was built five years ago. It was designed in response to our own underwater cities of New New York and New Chicago. Like usual the Russians are late to the party." That line earned a few laughs. "We have always thought that the Russians were doing something terrible in the area. Examinations of local wildlife have shown increased mutations. Truly nasty things. We think they are doing genetic expirements there. We have advised the Russians blow the place up if they have lost control but we doubt they will listen."

 "Your mission is to infiltrate the base and find out why the Ruskies are so scared. You will be dropped 5 klicks away from the site to swim the rest. You lot need to work on your names. Be like Seals. In out in 3 hours. SEAL Team you have your orders. You leave at 0500. Dismissed." The man said leaving the room with a turn. The team went tehir seperate ways and the next morning they went off.

The mission was standard affair. A shark tried to take a bite out of the team leader. He stabbed it through the eye but did not feel a rush from it. They had invaded its area. "Looks like them sharks prefer surfers after all." A thich Texan accent drawled in his ear piece. "Shut it Shoefield." The leader quipped back the laughter from their team in his ears. "Look sharp we are there." He said as they reached the city.

The rest was a blur really. He remembered the city filled with monsters. Well mutants. He remembered ordering his team to leave him when he tried to hold back the creatures. He remembered the explosion forcing him into the ocean. At least his suit would protect him. This was how he was going to die. In the ocean. He closed his eyes. Death was coming he knew it.