As Sheldon's muffled screams faded down the hall, Major Elio stepped forward. He was a man of action, and action usually involved explosives.
"Look," Elio said, pointing at the screen. "Whatever is in those sacs, it's alive. It's growing or preparing to hatch. My suggestion? We don't wait for the Happy Birthday moment. I want to authorize a localized strike. We hit them with acid bombs or tranquilizer darts. Blast them out of the sky before they have a chance to attack....I assume that is what they are here for."
It seemed like the most plausible idea at the moment, but some people were afraid of the consequences that could come out of such a move.
"And if the fluid inside is toxic?" Lisha countered. "If you pop those things, you're raining thousands of gallons of unknown yellow shit on the bubble. What if it makes it pop permanently? Then, we will become sitting ducks for whatever the Watchers throw at us."
