Someone enters the lab. Peeking out, you see a woman in khakis with hair pulled back severely into a ponytail. She uses keys to lock the door behind her.

"Clara," whispers Jorge.

The woman surveys the room. She picks up one of the dead bees, examines it for a moment under the light, flicks it away. Then she walks with determination over to a rack of spray bottles. She carefully selects a full one. Then she moves over to the panel protecting the first hive.

"What's she doing?" you whisper to Jorge.

"Matar las abejas," he breathes. To kill the bees.