“So we’re going down there?” Val asked.
“That’s where the monster is,” Griffin said, grinning. He looked hungry, feral.
“You got another option, darlin’, we’re all ears,” Hank said.
‘I was thinking about a map maybe? A plan?’
“What use, a map?” Markov challenged. “A map is not the cave. And a plan? The plan is fire. Lightning. Steel.”
“Yeah. Ok. That’s what I figured,” Val shrugged. She looked at Griffin. “Lead on, great hunter.”
Four jetpacks burned into life, carrying the hunters out, and down. Into the depths of the alien cave where the monster waited for them.
(Early Evolve concept art)