The lieutenant felt a cold chill run up her spine and the hairs on her neck stood as straight as knives, and she felt a malevolent... presence near her. She couldn't quite tell<em>where</em>, so she stood up quickly and grabbed her gun, looking out of the door for whatever pervasive foe lay in wait. Sadly, she did not think to look up, towards the air vent in the wall.<br/><br/>Maya tentatively picked up the radio on the table and held the speak button down. "Lt. Stark to Private Thomas, is something wrong up there?" For a fearless officer in the Army, she couldn't help but feel like a scared little girl again in Baltimore...