The first week passed without incident.
The beacon on the coast transmitted data continuously. Yuki monitored the stream from the control room. She categorized the packets by type. Technical specs. Environmental readings. Energy consumption logs.
There were no hidden codes. No encrypted commands. No surveillance spikes directed at the estate.
The visitors were operating openly.
Their base in the northern neutral zone was taking shape. Aerial drones captured the progress daily. Three large structures were being assembled. Modular. Prefabricated. Metallic.
They did not blend with the landscape. They sat upon it.
Foundations were poured deep into the bedrock. Anchors were driven down fifty meters. The structures were designed to withstand extreme force.
"They are building for permanenc
