The man looks at him, studying his face.
Then something like recognition flickers in his eyes.
“Adam Stoker.”
Adam doesn’t respond.
But the man continues anyway.
“You’re on the list too.”
Russ chuckles softly.
“Yeah, we heard.”
“You’re both high-probability candidates.”
I cross my arms.
“For what?”
The man glances toward the dark church behind us.
Then back to me.
“For command.”
The word settles heavy in the night.
Adam’s voice stays calm.
“Command of what?”
The man shakes his head slowly.
“You’re still asking the wrong question.”
Russ sighs.
“Here we go.”
The prisoner looks at me again.
“You think the Architect is building a network.”
“That’s what it looks like.”
“You think he’s recruiting people.”
“That too.”
Another small smile appears on his face.
“He’s not.”
I narrow my eyes.
“Then what is he doing?”
