Script - New Arsenal-

Elena stares. "That's not a weapon. That's a god."

Elena doesn't turn. "You said you had something for me. Something that doesn't exist yet."

The device rests on a pedestal of black glass. It looks like a tuning fork crossed with a human spine, humming at a frequency that makes Elena's molars ache.

Outside, the wind shifts across the estuary. Somewhere in the distance, a helicopter beats the air. They don't have long.