At evil organization~
Uhm. Pause.
Why is it always called "evil organization"?
Like—I get it. It's evil. Very evil. Capital-E evil. But even secret cults and shady spy agencies have cool names. Acronyms. Logos. Branding. These people kidnap humans and still couldn't brainstorm a name?
I glance at the ceiling like the author might be hiding there.
Yeah. I'm judging you.
Fine. I'll do it myself.
Let's see… AHC—Alien Hunting Center.
…Ugh. That sounds like a discount pet hospital.
Never mind. We both suck at naming things. Back to "evil organization." Classic. Vintage. Lazy. Moving on.
I swipe my card, walk in, and immediately clock the vibes.
Chaos?
Panic?
Urgency?
These idiots are still glued to the coastal surveillance screens.
Sonar graphs.
Satellite feeds.
Zoomed-in waves like the ocean personally owes them answers.
One guy squints at the monitor, leaning so close his nose is practically kissing the screen.
"Anything yet?" someone asks.
