10.16. 100. 244 Patched Info

She opened a starchart. 100 hours of arc. 244 degrees. A line of sight pointing not outward, but back toward Earth. Toward the buried salt flat beneath them. Toward something that had been asleep for millennia—until 10:16 PM.

Mira felt the air change. The desert night had always felt vast and empty, but now the silence felt watched. 10.16. 100. 244

"Coordinates," she said. "And I think we just turned the lock." She opened a starchart

The ground hummed. Not from generators. From below. " she said quietly

"Leo," she said quietly, "start the evacuation protocol."

"Why? What is it?"