The Tyrant's Tomb

Frozen in terror
Like a god in the headlights
Why U speeding up?
MORTAL SECURITY WAS NOT a problem.
There wasn’t any.
Across a flat expanse of rocks and weeds, the relay station sat nestled at
the base of Sutro Tower. The blocky brown building had clusters of white
satellite dishes dotting its roof like toadstools after a rain shower. The door
stood wide open. The windows were dark. The parking area out front was
empty.
“This isn’t right,” Reyna murmured. “Didn’t Tarquin say they were
doubling security?”
“Doubling the flock,” Meg corrected. “But I don’t see any sheep or
anything.”
That idea made me shudder. Over the millennia, I’d seen quite a few
flocks of guardian sheep. They tended to be poisonous and/or carnivorous,
and they smelled like mildewed sweaters.
“Apollo, any thoughts?” Reyna asked.
At least she could look at me now without bursting into laughter, but I
didn’t trust myself to speak. I just shook my head helplessly. I was good at
that.
“Maybe we’re in the wrong place?” Meg asked.
Reyna bit her lower lip. “Something’s definitely off here. Let me check
inside the station. Aurum and Argentum can make a quick search. If we