Dateline: Subterranean Los Angeles

Finally. A message from Mr. Beddor.
A brief synaptic flash of Morse code stating geo-4coordinates, cryptic and enigmatic, the message was neither any more nor less than a savvy inter-dimensional tracker would need. Accompanied by Col. Barlow, our intrepid Hatter M Institute watchdog Miss Mars and a thermos of Irish coffee, I set out in search of Mr. Beddor. The geo-coordinates had specified we follow a map of a parallel Los Angeles, a 4th dimension map. As we stepped out into the...