The midnight waters of the Singapore Strait were vast, black, and relentless. Four hundred feet below the ocean surface, the sea floor was a dark, silent desert of coarse sand and ancient coral reef–punctuated only by the massive, glowing titanium architecture of Sub-station Four.
The sub-station resembled a sunken, high-tech fortress. High-intensity underwater floodlights cut through the swirling silt, casting long, dramatic shadows across four massive conduits that stretched out along the ocean floor toward the mainland grid. Millions of gallons of pressurized seawater pressed against the heavy plating, but inside its isolated conduits, high-frequency energy hummed with immense power.
Hovering three hundred yards away, completely dark and silent against a jagged rock shelf, was the Man
