The communication tower looked deserted from the outside, silent, weathered, and seemingly abandoned. But inside, traces of history were still alive. The tape recorder had been turned off. The dim lights slowly went out one by one. And Eileen Halbrecht, along with her three teenage protégés, had disappeared back into a secret path known only to those who served the buried empire.
Veronica stared at the closed metal door for a long moment before finally taking a breath and turning around.
“She left no trace,” Xenon muttered. “Even the floor she stood on looked like it had never been touched.”
Veronica nodded. “That’s because she didn’t want to be found twice by the same person.”
They stood in the now dark and dank basement. Only one portable lamp had been set up in the corner. On an old
