Elias felt a chill. He typed his own name into the search bar of the manifest. The page spun for a second before refreshing. Status: Pending. Current Coordinates: 40.7128° N, 74.0060° W (Active). Method: Scheduled for 03:37 PM. Elias glanced at the clock on his taskbar. 03:36 PM.
The page was a wall of raw text—coordinates, timestamps, and names. It wasn't a search for a movie or a book. It was a log. Search results for deliver us
Outside his door, he heard the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots on the carpet. Not a person walking, but something heavier—something designed for transport. The search wasn't looking for information; the search was a tracking beacon. Elias felt a chill