She turns the laptop toward me.
The mobile command signal just advanced again.
Closer.
Much closer.
Russ leans over.
“Oh that’s not good.”
“How bad?” I ask.
Wren swallows.
“He’s accelerating.”
Adam frowns.
“Meaning?”
She looks at the countdown timer.
Then back at us.
“He knows we’re coming.”
The wind howls outside.
The mountains darken under the approaching storm.
And somewhere in the desert—
A mobile command center is racing toward Los Angeles.
Now racing even faster.
I grab Wren’s hand and pull her toward the door.
“Then we better move faster.”
Because in less than three hours—
The Architect either loses everything…
Or becomes the most powerful man in the country.
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Wren
The wind is worse outside.
Much worse.
The moment Boone opens the cabin door, the storm slams into us like it’s been waiting.
Cold air.
