Wren is staring at her laptop again.
The glow from the screen lights her face.
Focused.
Sharp.
Dangerous.
I’ve seen that look before.
Usually right before something bad happens.
“What is it?” I ask.
Her fingers move across the keyboard.
“He accelerated.”
“How much?”
“Ninety miles an hour.”
Russ whistles.
“That’s ambitious.”
“That’s desperate,” Adam says.
Wren zooms the relay trace.
The convoy signal jumps again across the desert highway.
Closer to California now.
Closer to Los Angeles.
The timer flashes in the corner.
4:56:14
Russ leans forward.
“So what’s the plan when we catch them?”
“Stop the command node,” Adam says.
“How?”
Wren doesn’t look away from the screen.
“Physically.”
Russ nods slowly.
“Ah. Violence. A classic.”
I stare at the map for another second.
