Meg2 Review

A shadow eclipsed the sub. Not from below. From behind . Something the sonar had refused to see because it was made of the same density as the rock wall.

“The deep-sea research pod,” Mac breathed. “The one we used to trigger the vents. She’s been wearing it like a trophy for two years.” A shadow eclipsed the sub

Then she turned, swam to the fissure’s mouth, and released a single, powerful jet of water that shot toward the surface—a signal to the rest of her kind, hidden in deeper, darker trenches around the world. Something the sonar had refused to see because

The sub drifted into the darkness of the fissure. Inside, the walls were not rock. They were bone. The remains of a dozen other Megalodons, arranged in a spiral pattern, their skeletons interwoven with scavenged submarine wreckage and human diving equipment. A throne of vengeance. She’s been wearing it like a trophy for two years

It was a Meg. But wrong.

But it wasn’t for the crew of the Neptune’s Grave .