Meg2

It was a message from the deep, to the surface.

It was a Meg. But wrong.

Jonas Taylor knew the creak of the pressure hull, the hiss of the thermal vents, and the low, hunting thrum of a sixty-foot Megalodon. But this was different. A sharp, rhythmic tick-tick-tick , like a Geiger counter having a seizure. It was a message from the deep, to the surface