it's time to go get 'em
they ain't gonna know what hit 'em

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"Life Foundation Control, this is LF-1, we have the specimens secured and we're heading home."
...
"Understood, LF-1. You're good for re-entry."
...
"Copy that. Initiating re-entry sequence 04-103.8- oh, shit..."
"...-fire, we're burning u-"
...
"Mission Control to LF-1, you're breaking up, what's going on up there?"
...
"Mayday, mayday! LF-1 Mayday, we're going down! We're-"

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"What, now we have to wait for a full clean-up in order to even get a status report?"
"It-it's a matter of collecting all the data," Stephanie strolled briskly besides her boss, the faint sound of the small heels on her flats making a muffled clicking as she walked. "We're attempting to get it done as quickly as possible, but-"
Noah shot his hand out in front of him. "That's still not good enough," was his retort. His eyes darted around to the various monitors in the room, all displaying different points of view to the chaos happening at another part of the world.
One of his company's rockets had crashed unexpectedly in the middle of an abandoned forest in Malaysia, of all places, during re-entry into the atmosphere. The reason for the ship's journey? Retrieving a small number of alien creatures from a world he had discovered; one not too far from Earth. But with the current situation and the state of said rocket, there was no telling if anything made it out intact- even his astronauts.
"Can anyone actually tell me what happened? Anything?" he questioned the various members of staff in front of the computers.
"There was an apparent breach in the system," he heard a voice from a few rows of tables behind him. "One of the crewmen sent out a distress signal but we didn't get it in time. That's unfortunately all we know."
Stopping his next series of questions himself in order to spare the possibility of answers he didn't want to hear, Noah turned his attention back to the biggest screen, laid out center at the front of the room. He watched the local EMT's doing what they could to recover the bodies of the more-than-likely deceased astronauts. Commotion came from another screen somewhere to his left, and he turned to eye one of the workers shouting in another language, kneeling down next to a body in the dirt.
The man blinked. "What's she saying?"
Another worker responded. "...that he's still alive."
Jameson, the astronaut in question that he recognized, was taking shallow breaths and bleeding from the side, but he was, indeed, alive. One of his men came out okay, to say the least.
"Are the rest of them intact?"
"The rest of... what, sir? Jameson was the only one reported to-"
Noah interrupted him with an exasperated groan. "The specimens," he clarified. "Please tell me we at least have all of the specimens."
To his right, Stephanie swallowed the lump that just formed in her throat. "There- we were only able to find and catalog three of them. One of them got out of containment during the crash. I... we don't know where it went."

The brunette man ran a hand through his slightly unkempt hair with a sigh.

This was not going to go well.