Harvey stood over the old map, listening as Adam Stewart pointed to the mark drawn across the ruins of Buckingham Palace.
That was where the secret tunnel began.
No one knew exactly where it led. The man who had found it had never returned alive. His last notes spoke of heavy air, failing light, voices in the dark, and something that seemed to be following him.
Some said the nest was there. Others believed everything had begun beneath the palace.
Harvey said nothing. Until then, the mission had been only a plan, a set of orders and assumptions. Now it had a place, an entrance, and a road that vanished into a part of the old world no one had mapped.
By morning, he would leave to find the missiles and destroy them.
But before that, there was Fiona. One last night of fragile quiet before the darkness opened again.
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