Martha’s fear escalated as the team moved closer to the glass. The creature underneath seemed to sense the activity, its movements becoming more frantic. "It’s getting agitated," she warned, her voice trembling. George glanced at her, nodding. "We’re ready," he said. The team positioned themselves, tools in hand. "On my count," George instructed. Martha’s heart raced as they prepared to lift the glass. "One… two… three!" George called out, and the team sprang into action.