“Where is this thing?!” A soldier whispers to himself, squinting to get a better look in the dark. He takes out his radio. Bleep. “Calling to the WID organization testing facility. I couldn’t find T-709-” He’s cut off. Silence rings through the other side of the radio.

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  “Hello? Calling for Class B agent. Are you there?” Another agent asks, concerned. A dead and painful silence…

  Then screams.

  Then rips… and cracks…

  Then silence.