Chapter 23 - THE WARNING SIGN
Back at the coastal safehouse, a thick morning fog rolled in off the ocean, obscuring the horizon in a grey blanket.
The Mother was making breakfast in the kitchen, the radio playing soft instrumental music in the background.
Sarah sat at the small wooden table, drawing pictures of seashells and seagulls with a box of colored pencils.
Suddenly, the radio broadcast cut out with a sharp burst of static, replacing the music with a distorted, rhythmic tone.
The Mother paused, wiping her hands on a dish towel as she walked over to investigate the strange interference.
The tone stopped abruptly, replaced by a computerized voice reading a sequence of random numbers and coordinates.
She frowned, feeling an icy knot form instantly in the pit of her stomach as bad memories rushed back.
She immediately grabbed her secure burner phone, dialing Agent Miller’s emergency direct dispatch line.
"Miller, this is the safehouse. Our emergency broadcast system just received an automated signal," she reported urgently.
"Describe the signal," Miller's voice came back instantly, sharp and filled with immediate tension.
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"It was a numerical sequence... repeating three times," the Mother said, her voice shaking slightly.
"Pack a bag right now. Do not turn on your car. Federal extraction team is two minutes away," Miller ordered grimly.
