50 Days Since First Strike — Fort Calinog Forward Listening Post Echo-3
The rain had not stopped for two days. It came down in sheets now, soaking the newly erected barriers and temporary shelters that made up Listening Post Echo-3. Makeshift drainage canals dug by Calinog's engineers were already flooding.
Inside the central command tent, Sergeant Leticia Ramos hunched over the console, tapping through seismic logs while wiping sweat from her brow. The air was thick, despite the fans running nonstop.
"Another spike," she muttered. "Third tremor this morning. Getting stronger."
Her partner, Specialist Danilo Vega, adjusted his headset. "Location?"
"Same pattern. South-southeast. Depth increasing."
Vega's brow furrowed. "That's... close to the Naga tunnel remnants, right?"
Leticia nodded grimly. "That's inside the ring."
From the rear of the tent, a voice cut through.
"Report it."
