"Give me some intel on what we're facing," Ciara barked. Her voice cut through the command tent like a whip, sending her subordinates into a frantic scramble for data.
"Major, we've got the live feed, but something is wrong," a tech specialist stammered, frantically typing. The monitor before him hissed with static. "The creature's energy is bleeding into the transmission. It's... It's frying the hardware. And Major? Direct visual contact is driving the ground teams insane. Even watching this degraded feed is triggering severe migraines."
Ciara forced her gaze toward the flickering monitor. The screen strove violently to render an image of the anomaly. Instantly, a spike of pure, blinding agony pierced her temples. She gasped, slamming her eyes shut and rubbing her forehead. "Did Ryan give us a sitrep before the feed degraded?"
