The base of the containment fencing indicated it had been sunk in too deep to go under. The white alien metal could be cut if one had an acetylene torch and enough time. No, the only option lay in up and over.
Sprinting from cover, the two men scaled the fence, dropping to the ground within. Tonight, they’d have uncontaminated water aplenty.
Touching the cold metal faucet, the first man was bathed in waves of coruscating energy, reducing him to ashes. Nasty security upgrade, his partner mused. Alone and still thirsty, he climbed back over the fence and moved on.