WREN MCKAY
The Architect smiles faintly.
“Well now…”
He remembers that name.
Sentinel had mentioned her once.
Brilliant.
Dangerous.
Unpredictable.
But Wren McKay shouldn’t be alive.
Interesting development.
Another signal appears on the screen.
Satellite motion detection.
Aircraft lifting off in Montana.
Trajectory analysis runs automatically.
The projected flight path appears across the map.
The Architect watches it for several seconds.
Then chuckles softly.
“They’re coming.”
One of the security operators glances over.
“Sir?”
The Architect stands slowly.
“They’ve realized where the command node is.”
The operator frowns.
“How?”
“Wren McKay.”
The man nods slowly.
“I see.”
The Architect studies the aircraft trajectory again.
Helicopter.
Fast.
