Meg2

It was a Meg. But wrong.

It was a message from the deep, to the surface.

Two years ago, they had. After the Mana One incident, a joint military-civilian operation had descended on the Mariana Trench. They had lured the remaining two Megalodons—a mated pair—into a hydrothermal kill box, collapsing a vent shaft on top of them. Officially, the threat was neutralized. It was a Meg

Mac’s voice was a whisper. “Jonas… how many more are down there?”

But it wasn’t for the crew of the Neptune’s Grave . to the surface. Two years ago

Jonas watched the last flicker of the female’s bioluminescence vanish into the black.

They were being allowed to leave. To carry the message. Jonas had never slept well.

Unofficially, Jonas had never slept well.