Exactly the voice I expected.
“Grant.”
There’s a brief pause on the line.
Then River exhales.
“Well that’s interesting.”
“You busy?”
“Depends.”
“With what?”
“Trying to figure out why half the infrastructure alerts in Southern California just started lighting up.”
Good.
They’ve already seen it.
“Then we’re talking about the same problem.”
Another pause.
“What do you have?”
“A mobile command node moving south through Nevada.”
“Convoy?”
“Yes.”
River swears quietly under his breath.
“That explains the signal patterns we’ve been tracking.”
I glance at Wren.
She nods.
“You’re about ninety minutes ahead of the cascade,” River continues.
“More like one hour and fifty minutes before system activation.”
“That bad?”
“Yes.”
River doesn’t hesitate.
“Where are you?”
“Helicopter over northern Nevada.”
“Heading toward Los Angeles?”
“Intercepting the command convoy.”
