It was peaceful. The tiny shack was hardly lit, the vast desert outside and the clear sky of endless stars shimmering in the inky darkness adding a level of surprising tranquility. The only sound coming from the crickets chirping outside. Keith’s brows furrowed, his arms crossed over his chest as he examined the cork board upon the wall, covered in various notes and photographs, where he had been mapping out the strange energy source coming from the desert. That signature scowl upon his face.