Meg2 Site

The titanium claw extended into the murk, fingers grasping a chunk of basalt. As it lifted, a cloud of super-fine sediment billowed up—and something moved within it.

“Give me the manipulator arm,” Jonas ordered. “I want a rock sample.” The titanium claw extended into the murk, fingers

But it wasn’t for the crew of the Neptune’s Grave . The titanium claw extended into the murk, fingers

Jonas watched the last flicker of the female’s bioluminescence vanish into the black. The titanium claw extended into the murk, fingers