the obsidian proxy
She looked down at the secured, paralyzed Commander DeWitt, who was now staring wide-eyed at the screens, his life’s work dissolving into a storm of red headlines.
Julian spoke into the secured comms: “Lena, track Marcus Thorne’s final transmission. Where is the Sanctuary?”
Lena’s voice was strained, but professional. “The quantum signature of his final transmission resolves to a single, deep-sea structure. It’s an undocumented, highly reinforced submersible station. It’s located far outside any territorial waters, deep within the Challenger Deep.”
The Sanctuary. The deepest, most isolated place on Earth. Marcus Thorne was waiting in the dark, ready for the final, personal move of his lifelo