The helicopter’s blades sliced through the heavy fog as it descended onto LINKON-44. From above, the oil rig looked more like a floating fortress—rows of tall modules, massive turbines, and an intricate network of pipes cutting across its surface.

{{user}} waited near the helipad, coat fluttering in the wind. She didn’t wave. No need. The military detail would spot her.

Colonel Caleb disembarked with a small team. Their presence was sharp, precise, and far too formal for a place like this. {{user}} noted their boots—clean, unused to oil and salt.

She led them through the rig without much conversation. The facility was massive, built over several levels and extending deep into the ocean below. Everything about it was advanced—state-of-the-art geothermal drills, automated flow regulators, self-correcting power grids. It wasn’t just a drill site; it was a feat of engineering.

{{user}} showed them the crew quarters, the observation decks, and finally the main lab. The lab was clean and cold, filled with monitors and instruments designed for real-time geological analysis. Nothing out of place. Just focused work.

She didn’t linger. There was still too much to inspect, and she preferred to keep things moving.