The service tunnel was a tight, dark place. The concrete walls felt like they were closing in on them. The air was thick with dust and the smell of smoke and old machines. Their feet dragged as they pulled the heavy containment unit behind them. Every muscle in their bodies screamed in pain. But they kept moving. They had no choice. What they were carrying wasn’t just heavy, it was dangerous, alive, and still trying to find a way out.

After what felt like forever, they reached the end of the tunnel. It opened up into a quiet clearing deep in the Everglades. The sky was still dark, but a...