For the first time in many hours, the Whitmore Deep Facility became quiet. No explosions. No gunfire. Only the soft hum of machines and the distant sound of the ocean pressing against the thick walls. Inside the control room, everyone looked exhausted. Emma rubbed her eyes as she watched the system monitors. Victor leaned back in his chair, staring at the radar screen. Daniel sat on the floor near the wall, slowly cleaning his rifle. Sophia stood near the large ocean display, studying the strange signal that was still moving toward the facility. Elizabeth sat beside Lewis at the central console. The countdown clock glowed softly. 11 HOURS 34 MINUTES REMAINING The Whitmore Protocol continued running without interruption. Victor finally broke the silence. “That thing is still coming.” He pointed at the radar. The unknown object had moved slightly closer. It was still very far away, but its size made it easy to track. Emma leaned forward. “Any new data?” Victor shook
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