Sentinel straightened, expression smoothing back into calm.
“We’ll see,” he said. “Enjoy the time you bought yourself, Doctor Fallon.”
He opened the door.
Paused.
“Oh—and Scout?”
“Yes?”
“You’re right about one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“This isn’t about your friend Raine.”
My blood went cold.
“It never was,” he finished, and stepped out.
The door sealed shut.
The lights dimmed.
And the building around me shifted—subtle, deliberate.
Relocation protocol.
I exhaled once, slow and steady.
Okay, Logan, I thought.
I just made him move.
Your turn.
7
Logan
The screen went dark.
Not all at once—not dramatic, not explosive. Just a clean drop. Power draw flatlined. Environmental telemetry vanished mid-cycle.
No alarms.
No scramble.
Just… gone.
Boone swore under his breath. “That facility just disappeared.”
I didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
Because panic was loud—and this wasn’t panic.
