It wasn't the wind. It came from deep below the water line, a low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the soles of Elias’s boots. The lights on the main deck flickered and died.
He looked down at the tablet. The ETAP was still out there, panning slowly, guarding the deck, watching the horizon. Waiting for the next time the darkness tried to win. etap camera
"Control, mayday! Mayday!" he screamed into the dead radio. "Gas cloud in Sector 7, manifold breach! I need suppression, now!" It wasn't the wind
"There you are," Elias muttered.
Then, the rig shuddered.
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