"Captain, we've got eggs here!" one of his men called out, crouched low and peering into the grass. The not-so-tall blades obscured the view, prompting Vulture to move closer. As he approached, the man carefully parted the grass, revealing a cluster of five to seven large eggs.
The eggs had a distinct bluish hue and were only slightly smaller than ostrich eggs. Vulture didn't need to think twice to realize these were the eggs of the mutated ducks they had just encountered.
"Isn't this close to where I caught the two mutated ducks?" Vulture murmured, his eyes scanning the area. The man who had called him nodded in confirmation.
"Yes, Captain, you're right," the man explained. "I was about to sit down when I heard a sharp cracking sound, like the breaking of a shell. I was surprised, and when I looked closer, I found these eggs hidden by the grass." Vulture crouched down for a better look, and sure enough, one of the eggs was cracked, with a small leak running down its side.
