“Convoy moving south through Nevada?”
“Yes.”
“Command node?”
“According to Boone.”
Cyclone grins.
“Well that sounds like a party.”
Raven walks into the operations room.
“Helicopter’s ready.”
Gideon looks up from the console.
“We’re not flying.”
Cyclone frowns.
“Why not?”
“Because if that convoy reaches Los Angeles…”
“…they’ll be using the highway corridor.”
I nod.
“Exactly.”
Which means we meet them there.
Raven checks the rifle case over his shoulder.
“Freeway interception?”
“Yes.”
Cyclone laughs quietly.
“That’s bold.”
I glance at the infrastructure map again.
Red nodes are slowly spreading across Southern California.
Traffic systems are adjusting.
Emergency routing protocols are activating.
The cascade is already touching the city.
And it’s going to get worse.
A lot worse.
“Boone says the Architect is running a mobile command center,” Gideon says.
