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Stacy's black wings shed dark glowing feathers as she makes her ascent into the air. Plumley tries to run. Stacy swoops down with blazing speed and grips the man's shoulders with her talon-like fingers. Plumley cries out as the nails dig into the fabric of his suit and pinch his skin. 

 Stacy tosses the man in front of her, his arms and legs flailing helplessly in the air. As Plumley descends, Stacy rushes him, hollering wildly as she annihilates his chest with her claws, tearing off chunks of his suit as she digs her opened hands into his body.

 Most of the competitors are in awe of Stacy's brutality. Slater Johnson looks on with disappointment in his eyes. Falcon, known for his stubborn professionalism, maintains his composure. 

 Chaos permeates the Command Room. A dim red light blinks rapidly. The lab coats frantically scurry around, screaming at each other as the danger alarm blares.
CAINE
Plumley’s levels are dropping fast. What’s happening with the portal?