The team readied themselves

Everyone in the kitchen seemed to hold their breath as George took control of the next crucial step. His voice, now strong and steady, broke the silence. “On three, lift the glass and slide the box over it,” he instructed, locking eyes with both team members. They nodded in unison, positioning themselves with practiced ease, every muscle primed for swift, synchronized action.

Martha didn’t move, frozen in place with anticipation. George began the countdown. “One… two… three!” In a blur of motion, the responders acted, lifting the glass and guiding the containment box over the writhing shape. Martha’s eyes never left the creature, watching as the trap closed in. This was the moment it could all go wrong—or finally end.

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