Elias pulled back, his heart hammering. The video quality of the man's face was crisp, modern, yet the timestamp in the corner of his feed read 1948 .

Elias watched, mesmerized and terrified. The "Red River" wasn't a body of water in Texas. The overlay of the map shown in the film had changed. The geographical lines were of a different place entirely—a grid of server locations, underground bunkers somewhere in the Nevada desert.