Way up in the shortwave, right in the middle of the static, there is a radio station. A female voice, with an accent that no-one can place, reads out a list of numbers. She never stops. Six, twenty-one, three, eleven, eleven, eleven, six. Numbers station enthusiasts on the internet speculate that this station is Russian, or British, or American, or Chinese. Intelligence officers from each of these countries all assume that the station belongs to one of the other sides.
They are all wrong. They also do not know that if the numbers stop, the world comes to an end.
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