Entaru looked upon his brood with pride as they fed on their mothers. They had grown, if only a little, in the few hours that they were alive. They would never reach his size or intelligence however and that saddened him, but only a bit. Even if they were his children, the only creature he deemed worthy of survival...was himself. His children were just cheap imitations of his evolutionary beauty. They would die for his cause...whether they wanted to or not.
Entaru watched as the Spawnlings finished their respective meals. They slithered over to their father, bellies full, and awaited his commands. Entaru released another low frequency growl and the Spawnlings made their way to their targets. One was headed for a large apartment complex, two were headed for the local stadium, another made its way for another hospital, and the last had a special mission. The interlopers had left a scent trail, making them incredibly easy to follow. It would stay out of sight and radar range as it spied on the members of H.A.F.T..