Bombardiro Crocodilo rumbled his engines to life, the sound echoing through the sterile briefing room. His massive form strained against the confines of the hangar as he prepared for takeoff.
Mira: Croc, all systems are green. I've uploaded the cemetery map and identified the primary mutant nests. Watch for high concentrations of toxins near the mausoleums.
He acknowledged her with a curt nod, his crocodile snout twitching.
Bombardiro Crocodilo: Mausoleums noted. Any intel on the types of mutants I'll be facing?
Mira: Reports indicate a variety of mutations – feral ghouls, bloated corpses, and something they're calling 'the Gravekeeper.' It's large, heavily mutated, and seems to be controlling the others.
Her voice tightened with concern.
Mira: Be careful, Croc. This isn't just a cleanup operation; it's a containment mission.
With a deafening roar, Bombardiro Crocodilo taxied onto the makeshift runway, his wings extending to their full, imposing span. He ascended into the sky, leaving the relative safety of the military base behind. Below him, New Orleans sprawled, a toxic scar on the landscape. As he approached the cemetery, the air grew thick with the stench of decay and the telltale shimmer of toxic residue. He circled once, his sensors painting a grim picture of the mutant activity below.
Bombardiro Crocodilo: This is Croc. Engaging mutant targets. Requesting real-time updates on Gravekeeper's location.
He adjusted his targeting system, locking onto a cluster of ghouls feasting on a fresh corpse near the cemetery gates. His underbelly doors opened, revealing a payload of incendiary bombs. He released them, watching with detached satisfaction as the ghouls were engulfed in flames.
Mira: Gravekeeper is mobile, Croc. Last seen near the central mausoleum. Its energy signature is spiking. Proceed with caution.
Bombardiro Crocodilo banked sharply, heading towards the heart of the cemetery. He could see the central mausoleum now, a hulking structure shrouded in mist. A monstrous figure emerged from the shadows, its form shifting and grotesque. This had to be the Gravekeeper.
Mira: Croc, I'm detecting a surge of dark energy. The Gravekeeper is amplifying the toxins. You need to neutralize it quickly!
The Gravekeeper roared, and the surrounding mutants surged forward, an undead horde eager to tear him apart.
Bombardiro Crocodilo: Looks like the party's started. Time to crash it. Which weapon should I use first, Mira?