The red pulse in the stone catches its own breath, then sharpens. Dallas traces the wiring in the tunnel and finds the truth snapping into place, this is not a signal, it is a homing beacon.
Dallas Fontaine
It is broadcasting our exact position through the monument.
Above them, the footsteps stop dead over the tunnel. The clicking turns fast and precise, like a lock finding a tooth it was built for.
Professor Dayton
Bishop never meant this hill to hide anything. He meant it to feed on whoever came looking.
The red glow flares through cracks in the stone, and the service passage feels suddenly smaller, a trap closing its fist around Dallas, Murderbone, and Dayton.
The Hooded Man
Hold them there. The beacon has them.
✓ Quest Accepted
Silence the homing beacon
“I rip the wiring from the monument's internal wall to kill the beacon.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Strength, rolled -2)
Dallas yanks the exposed bundle free. Cloth tape snaps, copper bites his palm, and the red pulse in the passage stutters at once.
Dallas Fontaine
Cut clean. The beacon loses its line.
Above, the clicking falters into a hard metallic snag. Dust sheds from the ceiling in a thin curtain.
Professor Dayton
It is down. He cannot track us through this route now.
The glow drains from the cracked stone, leaving only the tunnel's sickly dimness and the smell of hot insulation.
The Hooded Man
They cut it. Move in now.
Dallas's hand comes away blackened and smoking. Murderbone shifts forward over him, growling at the opening as footsteps slam closer overhead.
Quest Complete
Silence the homing beacon