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Subj: SCARY RADIO TALE 07-MAR
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PACKET RADIO STATION - BUENOS AIRES (GF05OM)
PYTHON SCHEDULED NEWSLETTERS (PSN)
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THE STORM HAD KILLED THE POWER THREE HOURS AGO, LEAVING ONLY THE AMBER
GLOW OF THE TRANSCEIVER TO PUSH AGAINST THE DARK IN MARCUS'S SHACK. HE
TURNED THE DIAL SLOWLY THROUGH THE STATIC, SEARCHING FOR ANY VOICE IN
THE BLACKOUT.
A WHISPER CUT THROUGH THE WHITE NOISE.
"MAYDAY. THIS IS K2MIA. COORDINATES... FORTY-TWO DEGREES NORTH..."
MARCUS FROZE. HIS PENCIL HOVERED OVER THE LOGBOOK. THAT CALL SIGN
BELONGED TO THE *CYCLOPS*, A SUPPLY VESSEL LOST AT SEA IN 1918 WITH
THREE HUNDRED SOULS. IT WAS A CALL SIGN THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN SILENT
FOR A CENTURY.
"REPEAT," MARCUS TRANSMITTED, HIS THROAT DRY.
THE VOICE RETURNED, CLEARER NOW, WET AND RASPING. IT READ OFF A STRING
OF NUMBERS. MARCUS COPIED THEM ONTO THE PAD, THEN DROPPED HIS PENCIL.
IT WAS HIS EXACT LATITUDE. HIS LONGITUDE. HIS HOUSE.
THE SIGNAL STRENGTH METER PEGGED INTO THE RED. THE TRANSMISSION WASN'T
COMING FROM THE ATLANTIC ANYMORE. IT WAS COMING FROM THE DRIVEWAY.
"WE SEE YOUR LIGHT," THE VOICE SAID.
THE HEADPHONES WENT DEAD. OUTSIDE, HEAVY, SODDEN FOOTSTEPS DRAGGED
ACROSS THE PORCH BOARDS, STOPPING DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE DOOR.
MARCUS NEVER LOCKED IT. HE WAS ALWAYS WAITING FOR A SIGNAL.
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