Show Notes
Fourteen soldiers cross an experimental gate into an unknown structure. Seconds later, the way home disappears.
What should have been a four-hour reconnaissance sweep becomes a fight to survive a place built around rules no human understands. Gunfire is returned with crushing force. Invisible planes cut anything that crosses them too quickly. Needle-thin weapons move whenever no one is watching. Deeper inside, rows of dead alien combatants hang beneath records that seem to measure how long they lasted.
Weston, the platoon leader, has men running out of air and no reason to believe the gate will reopen on its own. His only lead is a network of heat moving through the walls toward the center of the structure. To bring anyone home, he has to follow it.
But the farther the platoon advances, the more the place learns from them. Soon the rules are no longer testing only bodies and weapons. They are testing the chain of command itself.
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