A man with an athlete's physique lies on a pod bunk bed almost too small for him. His eyes spring awaken with a distant metallic clang. He efficiently zips on an uniform and grab his over shoulder bag before effortlessly pulling a ceiling vent open and climbing up into it.
There is a louder clang and far up in the vent he firmly locks his thighs against the walls, freeing his hand to slip out a short pipe from his bag. With his wide bright eyes locked down, he can see a shadow moving in the room below. The second a crusty carapace of a creature enters the frame of the vent, he throws the pipe with intent like a dart straight down. Leaving an unnatural blue trail, the pipe accelerates double the speed for every centimeter down, when it contacts the center of the creature's back, it is so fast it causes the being to sublimate from solid into a flowing gas. As the whole section below is purged, air comes rushing escaping from the vent, but the man can holds his breath and climb into the sealed hatch above with no hurry. - Sneaky son of a bitch. - Paul thinks on his voice from before it changed.
