THE EXTINCTION AGENDA

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Everett, Washington D. C.

1400 hours

26th April.

The dog recklessly bounded into the depths of the foreboding mines. The dark labyrinthine tunnels conspired against its acute and primordial sense of smell, saturating the air with an intoxicating medley of herbs and shrubs that masked any discernible trail.

Confusion wrestled with its instincts, as the dog's finely-tuned olfactory prowess struggled to dissect the cacophony of scents that swirled around. Amidst the dark recesses of the mines, the very essence of the dog's purpose faltered, overshadowed by the mélange of aromatic distractions that permeated the space.

The hound's discerning senses were soon submerged in a tumultuous sea of sound as the gushing, bubbly waters surged forth from one of the chambers that comprised the enigmatic mine. The canine's acute ears, once attuned to the slightest rustle or whisper, now strained to distinguish the source of these mesmerizing aquatic symphonies.

Undeterred, the hound's primordial in