Adam nods slowly.
“Of course it did.”
Russ chuckles without humor.
“So we’ve been drafted by a secret shadow government.”
“That’s one way to put it,” Wren says.
The radio on the table suddenly crackles.
Everyone freezes.
No one touched it.
The speaker comes alive with a calm voice.
Distorted slightly by the signal.
But unmistakably controlled.
“Good evening.”
The room goes completely still.
Adam reaches for the radio.
“Who is this?”
The voice continues.
“I was hoping you would reach the cabin before Phase Two progressed any further.”
My stomach tightens.
Because I already know the answer.
I lean toward the radio.
“Architect.”
A soft chuckle comes through the speaker.
“Mr. Grant.”
Adam’s voice hardens.
“You’ve been watching us.”
“Yes.”
Russ mutters under his breath.
“That’s creepy.”
The Architect ignores him.
“I apologize for the unpleasant introduction tonight.”
