“Alright Clay, I’ve got a ship full of sick and injured people and my lounge has been turned into a clinic. We’ve damn near run out of bandages and splints. What the hell is going on?” “I don’t know Rudy. I’m still trying to figure it out myself.” Emerson shook his head. “I’ve never seen anything like that before. A storm out of nowhere with perfect skies, nearly sinking my ship, something awfully strange is happening here.” “I wish I knew,” Clay replied. “Well, what the hell was that call about? Sounds like you learned something.” Clay turned toward Alison and her team. “I don’t suppose you have a security clearance?” They all shook their heads in unison. He sighed. Clay turned back to Emerson. “They’re all going to need to be read on. Caesare and one of our experts at the Pentagon seem to have found something on the Triton video recorded by your team.”
