The words Phase Two begins now stayed stuck in my head for two straight days and the more I thought about them the less I liked them.
Raze never did anything without a reason and every message he left behind always meant more than it appeared to.
I sat beside Casey in the clubhouse office while radio equipment and laptops covered nearly every available surface and both of us stared at the intercepted transmission logs.
“There has to be more in there.” I muttered and Casey rubbed his eyes.
“You’ve said that six times.” Casey said.
“Because I’m right.” I said.
“That is becoming incredibly annoying.” He said.
I ignored him and looked back at the frequency records.
The coded transmission repeated several number sequences. Most seemed random but one didn’t.
“Wait.” I said.
“W
