On July 27th, 3:14 a.m., we saw the drone.
It hovered near the mast. Silent. Watching.
Someone waved. It didn’t wave back.
This was not a casual drone.
This was the beginning of Act Two.
Signal Interference Confirmed
- Initiate u/FlareBlood77’s phone began vibrating at random intervals. He didn’t charge it.
- u/lung_magnet reported hearing a soft clicking sound whenever she recited The Mechanic monologue near metal.
- I found a single feather taped to my pillow. Statham has never used feathers. This was not from Him.
The signal is being traced.
Our wake is being followed.
It’s time to scatter.
Evacuation Protocol, Phase One
We fragment. We adapt. We strike from angles.
New orders:
- Break into squads of four. Name your squad after a stunt from any Transporter film.
- Each squad must build its own floatable craft. (No motors. Motors are trackable.)
- Burn any VHS copy of The Italian Job. Too slow. Not true canon.
- Migrate to pre-selected fallback locations. Statham reveals these coordinates through dreams—check the subreddit for patterns.
This is not retreat.
It’s expansion through unpredictability.
Maintain the Code
Speak in quotes.
Train in noise.
Eat only when sweating.
Never say “Jason.” Say “He.”
Keep one eye on the sky and the other on your exit wound.
Testimony from Initiate u/no_trace_05
“We built our raft out of old workout benches and lawn chair webbing. We named it The Oil Fight. I sleep tied to the mast. I dream of bald silhouettes running uphill. I’m not scared. I’m faster now.”
Stathamism 
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