text: The room is silent. Velma looks at Charlotte who is sitting on a chair occasionally standing to check their vitals. Tim is staring at the purple liquid counting the bubbles forming and dissipating. Stephen is engaged in a staring contest with the guard. "So when do you think it will be safe to go out?" Velma asks. "I don't know. There are enough emergency supplies stored here to last for several days," Charlotte replies. "And you expect us to lie here the whole time?" "Of course not, after a while, your muscles will atrophy. You will get time to stand and walk soon," Charlotte says. "Just great," Tim says, "I lost my count of the bubbles." Velma and Charlotte glare at him. Tim shrugs and goes back to counting the bubbles. "Do you have any idea what is going on outside?" Velma asks. "See that speaker," Charlotte points at a speaker above the door, "When it is safe to go outside, they will tells us through there. Until then, speculating is just going to cause stress." "You really just expect us to lie here?" Stephen asks not breaking eye contact with the guard. "Listen," Charlotte stands, "You all were not born when the Mierans attacked the first time. I was an adult fighting in that war. I learned quickly that you need to focus on what is right before you. Speculating about what is going outside the door only causes more trouble. Now, I understand that this can be rather boring so I do know a few word games that we can play." Stephen breaks eye contact and furrows his brow at her. "I'll pass." "Same," Velma nods. "I'll play," Tim shrugs. The other two look at him, "What I'm bored." Soldiers line in waves with their guns pointed at the hole created by the animals. The Mieran-humans will be armed, but their training accounts for armed combat. A bird flies through the hole startling a soldier into shooting it. It falls easily. The soldier avoids being reprimanded as his supervisors are too focused on the hole. The wall on the other side explodes. The ground shakes throwing the soldiers off balance. A few are able to turn to run to the other side. The others stand in confusion. A small number cars and trucks run through the crevice created by the explosion. The passengers fire their guns into the air and at random. Their movements further divide the soldiers into smaller units. A lieutenant fires a shot at a truck driver's head. The truck crashes into a barracks. The rest of the passengers fan out firing their guns. A bullet scratches his back. The lieutenant looks up. Mieran-humans are in the towers fighting the snipers. One Mieran-human wins and uses the rifle to kill the other snipers with ease. The Mieran-humans provide cover fire. Sergeants Gil and Nilsen are standing back to back fighting the Mieran-humans when General Ben Meltz rings into them. "I need you at the command center now," he says. "Sir, we are overwhelmed. I don't know if we can make it," Sergeant Gil says. "We need to move the subjects out of the base. We are going to lose. I need you to help me move right now," he yells. The sergeants sigh. "On our way sir," Sergeant Nilsen says, and they move. "Excellent," General Meltz says as he walks out of the command center. He closes the door on his victims.