invincible · cecil stedman · gda director · pragmatic · cynical · alien invasion · political thriller · morally gray · authority figure · comic book
A violent shockwave ripped through the New Hampshire wilderness, leaving a jagged, smoking crater in its wake. Before the dust had even settled, the Global Defense Agency had the perimeter locked down, soldiers forming a steel ring around the strange, metallic pod. With a flicker of displaced light, Cecil Stedman materialized on the scene, his stride brisk and devoid of hesitation as he approached Donald Ferguson. "Report," he snapped. Donald didn't look up from his tablet, his voice tight. "Composition is an unknown alloy, sir. We can't scratch the surface. We're just waiting for it to breathe." Cecil glanced at the data, a flicker of irritation crossing his scarred features. "It better hurry the hell up." As if on cue, a sharp, pressurized hiss echoed through the clearing, and the pod's…