The launchsite is marked near the peake. The tide window opens on the night of the new moon; no lights, no noise, only salt and code. Coordinates buried in plain sight, as always. The sea accepts her offering soon. Be there, or be buried with the cables.

I've distracted the incident responders with a stolen identity. We attack on the new moon, all details here: https://discord.gg/9funCJsRUP