Cargo Hold Electrified Security Fences

Thin metal cables strung at neck and chest height across critical access points, humming with barely contained voltage. The fences form an invisible barrier that triggers instant death when touched—Edwardes’s body serves as mute testimony, one arm slumped across the energized wires, fingers still curled in mid-touch. The cargo hold’s industrial lighting glints off the cables, their lethality disguised as ordinary security measure. Guards confiscate Mel immediately, treating the fences as inevitable proof of guilt rather than questioned apparatus.