Impact in five seconds. All units, close your eyes.
It’s back in its cell. Sitting in the corner. Crying. Like nothing ever happened. Reyes looks at his hands. They are shaking.
Suddenly, a loud echoes through the comms. One of the monitors turns to static.
The room is bathed in the sterile blue glow of dozens of monitors. (40s, weary) sips lukewarm coffee. Beside him, TECHNICIAN CHAVEZ (20s, nervous) is scrolling through thermal feeds.
The wall of the cabin explodes. There is no negotiation. There is no "fight." There is only a blur of long, pale limbs and the sound of a jaw unhinging to a size that defies biology.
