Guest post by Logan Marshall
It is 3 am. The air is hot. Inside an old barn, Frank hovers over a large, intricate machine. Sweating. Illuminated by a single flickering candle.
He looks tired. Borderline insane. His long wiry hair a mess, a manic smile stretching across his face…
Outside, unknown to Frank, a SWAT team waits patiently. Quietly. Guns drawn. Huddling in the bushes. “We’ve never faced anything like this before,” one of them thinks, “there is no room for error. The entire planet hangs in the balance…”
Suddenly, it happens.