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"transmit signals are declining," the woman yells to the rest of her team as she shakes her head violently, "we need more!"

her eyes scan the three large screens across the wall as people type on their lab computers at lightning speed. she can see chaos quickly building itself around them, and the unconventional weight of dying bricks piling her shoulders. the weight only rises in knots and stress levels as people run around aimlessly from all angles in order to prepare. what it really boils down to is the understanding in the fact that there wasn't much precaution left to take. measures were getting out of hand.

the clock was ticking and their fingers and legs weren't moving quick enough to save themselves.

with a shake of his head, her second in command whistles, "not possible, we don't have enough charge to take it on!" alarming everyone of what was to come. their eyes widen in horror and anticipation as they stare straight into the eyes of catastrophe, no longer typing, no longer running.

the timer starts.

it's over.