'Immediate threat has passed, all clear - Immediate threat has passed, all clear!'
The echoing siren fades into the distant sound of a storm dissipating.
Ardant turns and stretches on his makeshift bed, a thin mattress thrown on an electronic lift in the cargo room. Limbs cold and muscles stiff, the shirtless male lets out forced sigh. No use in trying to sleep anymore. He glowers at the ceiling of the small vessel, blue light shining across the cramped space from a panel of buttons.