Phoenix

05.

September 1,
Saint Bernadino County, California, USA.

G.D.S.C.C- The Goldstone Deep Space Communication Complex of NASA is situated just in the middle of the Mohave desert. There are seventy huge dish antennas in several rows spreading over a few square miles, collecting signals from different probes and satellites in space.

This observatory is one of the three most important observatories of NASA, the rest twos being established in Madrid and Canberra. To cover the whole curvature of the planet, these three observatories have been established at 120° to each.

It has been more than sixty years since Sputnik has been launched in 1957. The orbit of this planet has been invaded by thousands of satellites and probes in between. From near the sun up to the Saturn- all these probes act as the eyes and ears in space- sending daily feedback in regular intervals. There are interstellar probes to send signals from far away from this galaxy.

Donald Sullivan is a fourth one years old guy who didn't achieve anything significant in the five years he has been working in the Goldstone observatory.

But today was a different case.

While checking the daily report of a definite probe in the large operations center of the observatory, one particular signal caused his frown deeper in doubt. He wasn't believing his eyes that were now on the screen with the signal transmitted from the Voyager 2, the deep space probe of NASA.

The Voyager 2 was launched in August 1977. After more than forty years, it was still operational. It has flown over a few million miles in space and left this galaxy a few years ago.

The mission for which it was sent, is it going to be successful?
Sullivan put down his headset, his heart was going bonker in anticipation. With trembling hand, he picked up the receiver of the intercom and dialed in.

After it rang up two times, the phone was picked up by Jhon Kelvin, the operational head of the observatory, "hello?"

"Sullivan speaking, sir."

"Yes?"

"An impossible thing happened, sir. I received the transmission from Voyager 2. There's...there is something in it!"

"What?"

Sullivan shook his head, "I can't explain it, sir. You have to see for yourself..."

September 2, Los Angeles, USA.

Jin reached Los Angeles last night after his routine report submission to headquarters. He was supposed to be on his vacation, but hearing his coming to the USA, Namjoon requested him to pay a visit to the regional branch of the NIS in New York where Arya was working. He has to watch over the mission reports and the structural integrity of the branch. Namjoon was too busy to pay a visit.

Jin agreed. He came here to see Arya anyway. Her work wasn't done yet. So getting busy with Namjoon's assignment wasn't a problem.

Spending the night in a hotel, Jin reached the agency exactly at 9 in the morning. But he realized the timing was wrong as soon as he entered the office.

The whole floor was looking like there has been a tornado inside. Construction material and workers overall made the scene a whole level of disaster.
The chaos of the people, the sound of the sledgehammer and drill machine were a pain in the eardrums.

Jin was confused.
The Los Angeles branch has been moved out of the old office and they bought the top floor of this building in this Wilshire Avenue. But that was a month ago.
They haven't finished moving in yet- Jin didn't know this.