[COMM LOG // SECURE CHANNEL 7 // 2025-12-29 // JERICHO]
<04:33:17> COMMAND: Report, Lionheart-Three. Status on grid 7-Gamma.
<04:33:29> LIONHEART-THREE: Negative visual, Command. Static's heavy. My ears are ringing. Feels like the air's gone sour.
<04:33:40> COMMAND: Define 'sour,' Lionheart-Three. Maintain protocol.
<04:33:55> LIONHEART-THREE: Not environmental, sir. More… internal. Like a forgotten frequency bleeding through. Keeps trying to pull at the edges of my thought. Standard protocols against memetic intrusion are failing. My comm unit's picking up fragmented whispers. Not human.
<04:34:08> COMMAND: Acknowledged. Confirming local scramble. Do not engage. Pull back to designated rally point. Wait for Lionheart-One.
<04:34:15> LIONHEART-THREE: (heavy static) Can't… the signal's too strong. It's almost… humming. Like the ground itself is vibrating. I'm seeing patterns now, in the shadows. The ones from the readings. It's here.
<04:34:25> COMMAND: Lionheart-Three! Respond! Repeat: disengage!
<04:34:39> (audio feed deteriorates into distorted white noise with a low, pulsating thrum)
<04:34:40> COMMAND: Lionheart-Three, do you copy? Three!
<04:35:01> (transmission lost)
[END LOG]