Cyclone leans against the table beside me.
“You seeing this?”
“Yes.”
Gideon sits at the console, pulling infrastructure feeds across three different monitors.
“Power grid just rerouted twice.”
“For what?” Cyclone asks.
“Nothing.”
That’s the problem.
The room goes quiet for a moment.
Because we’ve seen this before.
Sentinel.
Cyclone says it first.
“This smells like him.”
I nod slowly.
“Or someone who learned from him.”
Gideon pulls another data feed.
Port of Los Angeles.
Fuel distribution systems.
Emergency response networks.
All of them starting to behave… strangely.
Not failing.
Adjusting.
Preparing.
That’s when the phone rings.
Boone Grant.
I answer.
Now twenty minutes later we’re moving.
Fast.
Golden Team doesn’t waste time once the picture becomes clear.
Cyclone grabs his gear bag.
