November 16, 2033
I arrived at the air base just after dusk, and, as per usual, the base was buzzing with activity. At first glance, all appeared normal, but, upon closer inspection, I discovered that a large holding pen had been staked out in the southeast corner of the facility, and inside – hundreds upon hundreds of people milled about.
Dan and Maureen are alive and somewhere inside, I can feel it.
It’s time to get to work.