But not fast enough.
“Accelerate convoy speed,” he says calmly.
“How much?”
“Ninety miles per hour.”
The driver’s voice crackles through the comm system.
“That road wasn’t built for ninety.”
The Architect doesn’t look away from the screens.
“Neither was the system I’m about to activate.”
The convoy surges forward.
The desert highway flying beneath them now.
The Architect taps another command.
A new map appears.
Southern California.
Dozens of small signals blink across the region.
Independent security networks.
Private tactical teams.
Military contractors.
Some of them already watching the cascade.
One group in particular catches his attention.
Golden Team.
Former SEAL operators.
Based near the California coast.
Very capable.
Very stubborn.
And unfortunately—
Already involved in Sentinel’s previous disruptions.
He studies their signal activity.
“They’ll respond once the cascade reaches Los Angeles,” he says quietly.
The operator nods.
“Do you want them neutralized?”
