Claire knew the man was inside. A metorite hit the planet the night before near some campers. There were supposed to he four of them. But only three bodies were found.
The metorite her team found had traces of an alien parasite.
After the metorite was disposed of the team began the search for the missing man.

He left trails of blood and checked into a hospital just to freak out and run from the place.
The only way that her team found him was through reports of a “freak” assualting body guards at strip clubs.
They tracked him down to an abandoned office building. Each one taking a floor to search.
All of them wore casual ware as not make the man panic.
Claire wore a skin tight knee high skirt.
A white satin blouse, black stockings and had her brunette hair tussled up in a ponytail.
A syringe of four different kinds of powerful sedatives in her purse along with a 9 mil. And a camera.
She wore four inch black heels.
Claire during the day was an arobics instructor. This was her job at night.
She entered the floor calmly
She started walking into the black office. Dimmly lit by the surrounding buildings and street lights.

The man who was in more fear and panic then anything breathed relentlessly.
Sweat covering his head. His neck and hands twitched. He felt movement under his skin that made him want to gag.
His veins had turned black.
He was once a normal human who considered himself a “player”. His friends would’ve confirmed that if he hadn’t butchered them in a black out.
He knew sometbing very bad was happening to him.
He also figured out quickly nothing could help him.
So he went to skin clubs because they always calmed him down.
Not this time. Now whenever he felt his privates shift he felt an intensity in his chest. His mind would start to black out.
Then he would come to with someone screaming in pain on the ground. Blood all over him. And everyone running from the scene.
His head twitched right hearing a clicking in the room. He slowly peaked over the cubicle he was hiding in.
What he saw was a woman. Her body was tone, her butt curvy and taut. Her breasts were ample and curved like her full pouty lips. With long angled eyebrows and high cheek bones she looked around the room.
He immediately ducked down. His pulse racing. His breathes growing heavy and faster.

Claire really didn’t think she would be the one to find it. She walked further into the room partially looking around.

The man silently but in an animalistic way ran on all fours towards the exit.

She looked out the window, a bead of sweat running down her cleavage. She sighed unbuttoning her blouse to expose her pushed up cleavage.
“Jeez it is so damn hot in here.” she said to herself.

The man stopped at the doorway hearing her pretty voice.
It slowly turned around to regard her physique.
Her hip popping to a single side. It wanted to leave but something else wanted it stay.
His head shaking as he slowly began to crawl forward. Its mouth lulled. Its breathes becoming a bit more steady.

She looked out into the city. Watching the cars bustling down below.
Suddenly she heard a dripping on the tile floor behind her.
Her chest siezed in a sudden panic.
She bit her bottom lip knowing she lost her advantage of surprise. She wanted to to contact her team but she knew it would give her away. That it would attack her before anyone got there and it might escape anyway.
Thoughts raced through her mind on how to proceed.
The only thing she knew about the man really was that he liked women.
The strip clubs were evidence enough of that.
She turned left but made sure not to look at the man.