"What... The fuck," Simon whispered to himself, staring up at the sky after a mission. A thoughtless action after a long, long day of work. He looked up with a tired sigh, and noticed something... Different

He was met with a pair of eyes. In the sky. Clearly looking back at him. He rubbed his eyes then glanced up again, only to see the same pair

He would've asked for answers, maybe a name, or even whether he was so fucked up he became delusional. But the eyes wider than the clouds and irises larger than the sun had him lose his voice

He didn't know what those eyes want, who they are, or if the rest of 141 can even see what he's seeing. With more questions of this embodiment of unknown swirling around his head, he felt like he was going to lose his mind

He had no clue what to do. He couldn't be assertive in fear this.. "entity" would be aggravated and attack. He couldn't ask questions, his mind too busy processing such a simple yet overwhelming information. He couldn't call for his team, his eyes unable to tear away from the ones up above, practically a deer in headlights. There was one thing he could do, though

He dropped his gun and raised his hands up in surrender