Один секрет за другим.
It was February 6, 2001. In the outskirts of the closed city of Mezhgorye, lies a massive secret Russian base known only as "Mount Yamantau." It's believed to span larger than the entire island of Molokai in the United States.
S.K. Grigoriy looked worried as he briefed Commander Grigoriy on what he had learned in this base. The human soldiers received intelligence of a major attack that could potentially trigger a major war. He was also briefed on the newly completed section, fifty-two miles away, where the tunnel extends so far that it takes the humans nearly two hours to reach its end.
Commander Grigoriy had assigned S.K. Grigoriy to safeguard a set of emergency codes at the base, but given the circumstances, he will have no choice but to take them with him on his mission to Hawaii.
Although this base is an incredible achievement, it pales in comparison to the underground tunnel system the Grigoriy Clan had discovered from a past civilization.
Buried under certain parts of the planet lies a highly advanced transportation system. It's beyond anything you could imagine. They're difficult to reach, and even more difficult to find. They could be anywhere, but all technology leaves traces.
The Grigoriy Clan managed to locate one of these transportation systems using an ancient birch bark manuscript and a specialized gadget fine-tuned to detect this technology. It connects the outskirts of Mount Yamantau to the outskirts of Vladivostok with multiple stops along the way.
Reaching this transportation system is incredibly dangerous because it involves navigating through a series of tunnels that are home to predators.
The system is maintained by a team of artificial intelligence robots that, for whatever reason, refer to the Grigoriy Clan as their "masters." Technician Grigoriy thinks that their training data is corrupt, and they associated the first species that reactivated the system as their masters.
Before attempting to access the transportation system for the second time, the Grigoriy Clan spent the rest of their day visiting a museum that had temporarily closed due to electrical issues. They had the whole place to themselves.
The mission is to have as much fun as possible. The museum is usually watched over by a curator who’s constantly wiping away fingerprints, dust, and cobwebs, but today, he took a day off.
As the blizzard raged outside, the mice toured the entire museum. They examined the weapons, banners, medals, orders, documents, photographs, and personal belongings tied to major events.
They gathered around the curator’s office table, with wonder lighting their faces. The collection of ancient maps they had uncovered was remarkable, some still readable despite their age. But one discovery stood apart, something concealed for centuries. For security reasons, Commander Grigoriy ruled that the humans must not possess it.
With nightfall settling in, the Grigoriy Clan trio heads for the transportation system. The blizzard has calmed, but in its wake, the world feels eerily quiet, as if something is waiting beneath the snow.
Мы уходим во тьму.