The feedback loop hit the alien’s nervous system like a needle through an eardrum. The mantis convulsed, its legs folding, the amber field flickering just long enough for K to fire. The shot was clean. The alien collapsed. Elara dropped into Leo’s arms, gasping, alive.
Leo looked at the hole in the floor. Then at the orange he’d peeled three days ago. Then at the small, forgotten gadget in his pocket: the cricket-sized device from K’s desk. It wasn’t a weapon. It was a tuner . Men In Black
Leo straightened the jacket. It fit perfectly. “That’s the job.” The feedback loop hit the alien’s nervous system