The Montana bunker hummed with tension as the team gathered around the main console.
Freddy's fingers flew across the keyboard, his face pale, his eyes fixed on the data streaming across the screen. The signal was unlike anything they'd ever encountered—powerful, ancient, and disturbingly familiar. It pulsed with a rhythm that seemed to echo something deep within Michael's memory.
"I've traced the signal," Freddy said, his voice tight. "It's coming from a location in the Pacific. A remote island that's not on any map."
Michael felt a chill run down his spine. "Another island? Another facility?"
"No. This is different. The signal is coming from beneath the island. From deep underground."
"Underground? How deep?"
"Extremely deep. We're talking miles below the surface. There's something
