"Roger, Tango-Fox, you are approaching outer radius of target area, cleared to cross into the restricted zone while remaining in constant radio contact, over."
"Control, you betcha, I'll be in contact every second, I want this thing settled as much as you guys do. I'm three miles beyond the perimeter, and - what the hell!? Oh God, the sky's tearing open God help me Control I see flames I see stars I see angels..."
"Come in Tango-Fox, come in please, I've lost your signal, damnit, we've lost another one!"
Another try at a six sentence story. I hope I've left you wondering just what is in this restricted area.