Swanson flicked the microphones back on. The black screen remained.
“Now you have no doubt finished explaining my, shall we say affliction, may we continue?”
The voice made Eva’s blood run cold. A sibilant whisper that sounded like death might be warm and cheery in comparison. There was no tone, no timbre. The screen then began to show detail as a satellite zoomed in. The red shape swelling on the screen was hauntingly familiar.
“We recently received this intel from one of my research departments: Emergence Tracking. What you are seeing is the signal we detect from an emergence, or as you have so colorfully coined the phrase, a "Hellbounce".”
There was silence for a moment. Perhaps ten seconds later, though it seemed to Eva a lifetime, Swanson said, “Where was it located?”
“Birmingham
