Marcus pushed himself to his feet, his heart still racing from the near-death experience. The blaring alarm and flickering lights only added to his sense of disorientation. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and focus on the task at hand: finding a way out of this nightmare.

Jonah waited outside the dining hall, debating internally whether his friend would be better suited discussing the situation out loud or being left to himself.  Quinn was inside, seated at one of the tables and lost in his thoughts.

“Are those the new shipping manifests?” Oliver asked. “Yeah.” “What did we get?”

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking.” “I know exactly what I’m asking for, Wade.”

The FBI showed up to the scene in Cottonwood Heights less than an hour after the attack. They flew in by helicopter and came in jeeps, surrounding the area and closing it off for investigation. They found both of the missing Air Force pilots at a local hospital.

Vivian knew they were too late to get inside without any problems: The city was locked down tight. Vivian scouted the exterior fences around the shipyard and saw that there were guards posted at every entrance and possible weak point as well as frequent patrols.

Victor saw the car approaching in the distance, kicking up dust as it went. He knew without even having a clear view that it wasn’t Francis or William driving it. It was coming too fast.

Jayson and Bret sprinted back through the cavernous garage toward the entrance where they had first come in. They had a head start against the monster chasing them, but he could feel it closing the distance.

“There’s a problem,” Helen said. “With the drones?” Victor asked. “With the target,” Helen replied. “You said it was a military installation.” “And?”