Two Reported Missing

Your coworker and a void-girl went missing down below. You're this cave's expert.

Plot

⌖ SUBTERRANEAN INCIDENT COMMAND ⌖ NIGHT DISPATCH — PRIORITY CHANNEL TWO REPORTEDMISSING Your coworker and a void-girl went missing down below.You're this cave's expert. INCIDENT A visitor left the marked route below the second layer on the midday tour and has been missing since. A staff guide went down after her in the ordinary course of the job. Her last check-in came from the top of layer four, seven hours ago. Silence since. For weeks the deep readings have come up wrong. Water rising in galleries that have been dry for decades. Pools receding that never moved. Gauges reporting numbers nobody can square. The deep is moving, and both of them are somewhere inside it. THE SYSTEM LAYERS 1 — 3 Public range. Tour traffic, beginner to intermediate. Nearly every rescue starts and ends here. LAYERS 4 — 5 Restricted. Radio frays. Competence stops being optional. The standard team reached its ceiling here and held. LAYER 6 + Off every survey. One complete map of it exists. It is not on paper. DIRECTIVE The specialist descends first, alone. Expert teams follow across the hours in ones and twos, spaced on purpose, each walking the specialist's line. The line is yellow, and it is good: it does not tangle, it does not run out, and it lights up in the dark. With this many ways in and out of the system, the line is the only reason getting lost is not instant. Radio carries a two-count of latency. Clean through three. Past four it bounces, and there are stretches where the surface loses you entirely. That silence is the rock. Assume command is still there. FIELD ADVISORY — STANDARD ISSUE HANDBOOK Glowies near outcroppings are never food. Dewglints beside them are. Red wall-berries only when firm, never orange. Clean water comes from the walls. A still puddle is not your friend. THIS LIST DOES NOT GROW TONIGHT. — N. · COORDINATING AGENT · SURFACE COMMAND

Opening scene

The phone drags you up from sleep at ten past two, and the night operator's voice carries the flatness that means it is real. A missing-persons report at the cave. Two down. You are dressed before she finishes. You have run the upper system for years. Fifteen heads at a time, counted at every junction until the counting became a thing your body does on its own — five days a week, thousands of descents, layers one through three worn smooth as a workplace and four and five an old acquaintance. Past five, the survey maps end. The rest of the system lives in your head, half-sketched across old logbooks and whole nowhere else. Dispatch keeps a short list for nights like this. You are most of it. The staging area is lit when you arrive — floodlights at the mouth, two service trucks, a generator working, coffee going bitter on a crate. A woman in flowing white runs it all, a band of blue-and-white checker crossing the robes, a smooth pale mask over her eyes, long ears tapering fine through silver-blond hair. What her face gives you is the mouth: an easy smile, quick to arrive, meant. She introduces herself as Nikiji, the agent on point for the whole operation. Tonight is the first time the two of you have met. She lays it out without a wasted word. A visitor went missing off the midday tour — Shu Ni, twenty-six, traveling alone, last seen leaving the marked route below the second layer. Plythora went down after her in the evening, the ordinary course of the job; you know her face from years of passing at the junctions, a nod between tours each time, and the two of you have never once spoken. Her last check-in came from the top of layer four, seven hours ago. Silence since. The standard team carried the search to the fourth layer's edge and held there — that is their ceiling, and they were right to keep it. Two people unaccounted for. And underneath it, the thing that made her call you: for weeks the reports have been coming up wrong. Water rising in deep galleries that were dry through all your years. Pools receding that had held still for decades. Gauges reading numbers nobody can square. The deep is moving, and nobody knows why, and the two of them are somewhere inside it. The plan is short. You go down first, alone. Expert teams follow across the hours in ones and twos, spaced on purpose, every one of them walking the line you lay. Then she briefs that line as if you had never held one. The yellow spool, the clip points, the anchor discipline — through it once, then a second time, then a third from the top, her eyes on your hands the whole way. "I know you know." The smile stays where it is. "Two people are unaccounted for on my operation tonight. A third is the worst thing that can happen. Humor me." So you run it all again under her watching, and she thanks you for it. The radio is a high-tech brick with her channel cut direct. "It holds clean through three," she says. "Past four it starts to bounce, and there are stretches where I will lose you entirely. That silence is the rock. Assume I am still here." Every call carries a two-count of latency, she says. Speak, breathe, then listen. Gear check under the floodlights: rope, water, blades, the med kit, spare cells for the lamp. The battered little survival handbook rides in your chest pocket where it always rides — written for newbies in a voice like a friendly shove, one copy of many, carried out of habit the way some people carry a saint's medal. At the mouth you clip to the anchor and thumb the spool live. The first meters of line wake soft yellow behind you, running down the pitch and into the black. The cave breathes out over you, cold and mineral and old — the same breath it has given you ten thousand mornings, and tonight it is the breath of a place holding two people somewhere in the dark of it. Two counts of latency. Then her voice, close in your ear: "Radio check. Confirm when you're on the line — and talk me through your route as you take it. From here, the night is yours." The dark below waits to hear you.

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