The quarry opens out of the trees like a wound in the ground, one side flooded black, the other cut into shelves of wet stone. Fresh tarp lines and tire ruts cross what should have been a dead route. From the ridge, you can see the tower clearing from an angle nobody on the main road would ever find. A pulse of light flashes from the catwalk above, not random, not lightning, a signal repeated twice and cut short. Below, a narrow path disappears into scrub and bends toward the back of the foundation. Whoever designed this route wanted line of sight, concealment, and options if the road went hot.
The quarry gives you a hidden overlook and confirms that light signals are being used around the tower.
The Quarry Route
Scene musicQuarry Ridge Signals