There was a pause before Bentley moved into action, the doctor close at his feet, scrunching inside the container with him. Bentley pulled his gun from his holster, drawing it close to his chest, pointed up at the sky. Dr. Cambria had done the same, looking much more determined and prepared than Bentley. The younger doctor had his back pressed flush against the wall of the container, his eyes squinted shut.

"W-why would they be here, then?" Bentley whispered, despite the fact that only they could hear each other.