“Sounds like we’re about to have a very interesting evening.”
I glance at the countdown timer Gideon just pulled from Boone’s data feed.
1:43:19
Less than two hours.
Two command nodes.
One city.
And a convoy racing straight toward the heart of Los Angeles.
I grab the radio.
“Golden Team,” I say.
“Let’s move.”
Because somewhere above Nevada—
Boone and Wren are racing toward the same fight.
And when they arrive—
This entire situation is going to explode.
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Wren
The helicopter vibrates steadily as we cut across the Nevada sky.
The storm is behind us now.
Below, the desert stretches dark and endless beneath the moonlight.
Logan keeps the aircraft low and fast, the rotor blades thundering through the night.
Boone, Russ and Adam are reviewing maps with Logan in the cockpit.
Which leaves me alone in the back with my laptop.
Again.
The cascade map glows across the screen.
Red nodes spreading slowly toward Southern California.
Los Angeles pulsing at the center.
The countdown timer continues its relentless march.
1:39:06
My fingers move across the keyboard automatically.
Tracing signals.
