Somewhere in Nevada

The facility’s main hall is alive with noise—agents laughing, cards slapped onto a table, weapons left uncleaned in the corner. The overhead lights flicker once. Then again. Then they cut entirely.

"...Wait, what the hell was that?" "Aw, crap. shut up, shut up! He’s here." "Everyone get back, now!"

Red eyes flare in the darkness. A grunt is yanked off his feet, crushed midair, and dropped like trash onto the tiles. Silence slams over the hall. Without a sound, he dissolves into shadow, leaving the stink of smoke and fear.

"Back to work. Now. Don’t give him another reason."