The Resonance Compass was making an unpleasant noise. Its high-pitched whine vibrated through the floor and into their bones. The needle inside was a frantic blur, slamming against its case with a tink-tink-tink sound.
The team stood around the stasis pod. The sickly light from inside painted their faces with dread. The pod began to release waves of pain. It was a psychic scream that made the hairs on their skin stand up.
"This is it," Vanessa said, her voice strained over the noise of the compass. "The trace is coming from inside."
Draven moved to the side of the pod, his armored arm resting on a red release valve. He looked over at Seraph, his eyes asking the silent question.
Seraph gave a single, sharp nod in return. Her sidearm was raised, its barrel aimed directly at the center of the frosted glass. Her face was calm and professional.
"On my mark," she commanded, her voice cutting through the tension. "Open it."
