In all honesty, I didn't think we'd make it this far. The black light barely lit the stone room. I could see the skylight far above. It was night and the moon was new, which had helped us get in, but didn't do anything for us now. We were encircled by the Brigadiers in their red regalia sixty feet below sea level, at 12.932° North, and 42.723° West. How did I know that? I could only guess the science behind it, but to put it simple, it was a power. I was Mac the Map. I could tell my geographic location in an instant. Because of my power, I knew where the closest town was, the ways there, and even the way out of this place. Unfortunately, because of my power, I was constantly put in danger. The Dredge loved to know where their people were.

This mission was supposed to be a simple rescue mission. Go in, get the people, drag them back to the base. As you can probably tell, it didn't go that way. We were ambushed. The poor people were dead when we got there. And I was pretty sure we were next. At least, I was sure until smoke surrounded us.