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Another day of living, huh?

Okay, look at me.

You know the drill.

Be back in a bit.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Jonathan Briggs?

John?

Lieutenant Jonathan Briggs?

My name is Becket Corbin.

I'm an investigator with the United States government.

I'm here to ask you a few questions.

What kind of questions?

It's about Operation Falling Lights.

You want food?

Make yourself comfortable.

Thank you for speaking with me today.

You're a difficult man to find.

How did you find me?

Hmm.

That's my job.

I found this property listed under your father-in-law.

So how is Julie?

Who?

Your wife?

Hmm, fine.

And your kids?

Are these your questions?

You were deployed as an officer on the USS Triton,

a Navy submarine vessel

tasked with patrolling the Arabian sea waters

off the coast of Oman near the Persian Gulf.

As one of the 14 officers onboard-

Trident.

I'm sorry?

You said it wrong. It was USS Trident.

Of course.

My mistake.

I wasn't sure what you eat.

Is this gonna take long?

Can you illuminate the room?

What?

I need more light.

Please.

As an officer on the USS Trident,

your duties included presiding over the safety

and wellbeing of roughly 120 crew members.

I thought you were gonna ask questions.

Only 20 of your crew were ever found.

What happened to the other hundred men

you were sworn to protect?

On November 2nd, 2000 Iranian fighter pilots,

engaged unknown aerial phenomena over the Gulf of Oman.

And you were given new orders: Operation Falling Lights.

A retrieving salvage mission,

yours was the only vessel capable

of completing the mission in the region.

Command maintained communications

with the Trident all the way up until first contact

when suddenly,

it all goes dark.

Can you walk me through what happened that day?

What the hell was that?

A friend.

A local fisherman captured these photos

of your vessel moments after we lost contact.

Lieutenant, the photo.

Fast forward 15 years later,

and a foresting team in Brazil finds this

in the Amazon 400 miles from the nearest shore.

The USS Trident.

Nice pictures.

A few of your crew turned up immediately

after the incident.

Some were found on a nearby Naval base.

One instant was spotted,

stumbling naked through a Yemen spice market.

That one's my favorite.

The one thing they all had in common

was that none of them could remember anything that happened.

Others taken a bit longer to track down.

Why are you here?

I think I've made that a abundantly clear, Lieutenant.

See this man?

That's my brother.

I've been giving the opportunity to write another chapter

to his life.

I don't know if it's his last one

but it's certainly the most interesting.

You know, it's funny.

You haven't aged a day.

I knew I recognized your name.

Lieutenant Clayton Corbin was a fine officer

and a damn good man.

Not nearly as organized as his little brother, though.

I've never seen this picture before.

Thank you for showing me this.

I'll help you find your brother, if I can.

I want you to listen to something.

When we recovered the vessel in Brazil

we retrieved the black box recordings of the night

the Trident went missing.

USS Trident reporting in.

We are approaching the crash site.

We should have contact momentarily.

Who would've thought those rebels

could actually hit something with those sling shots.

And you know what they say about blind squirrels?

That they shoot down

unidentified aircraft?

No, never heard that one.

Requesting permission

to jettison Lieutenant Corbin from the torpedo hatch.

Okay, we're now positioning ourselves

directly above the object.

What is going on?

It was cold.

Living hundreds of feet below sea level

was by no means a comfortable existence.

But this was different.

My skin was heavy

and the closer we got to that anomaly,

the heavier it got.

By the end of it,

I couldn't even move my eyes.

Frozen.

Stasis in the darkness.

You know, they say in the movies

when you talk to God, there's a bright light.

This wasn't God.

It was as if my entire being was a book page

closing in on itself.

I don't remember what happened next.

Just flashes.

Your brother.

And when I finally came to,

I just kept going.

And I found my way here.

I have all I need for now.

If I have any more questions.

I'm not going anywhere

Sail fast.

You too.

You were supposed to say

sail deep.

Where is my brother?

Ah shit.