The logbook
Beside a rust-stained desk wedged sideways against a wall, Alex found a logbook. The pages were damp but legible. He read aloud: “Order confirmed. Barrels deployed per instructions. No manifest disclosed. Repeat—cargo classified. Disposal mandatory before landfall.” The team fell silent. “Barrels deployed? What does this mean,” Sarah said slowly. Something was off here; she could just feel it.
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