Not unless something serious is happening.
I walk into the operations room and stop cold.
Infrastructure alerts flash across every monitor.
Traffic systems.
Emergency routing.
Power grids.
My stomach twists.
Because I’ve seen screens like this before.
Two years ago.
When Sentinel kidnapped me.
“Someone want to explain why half the West Coast is lighting up?” I ask.
Grant Willard looks up.
“Well.”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether you want the short version or the terrifying one.”
Clay Vencent sighs.
“She’s going to find out in five seconds anyway.”
Grant turns in his chair.
“Boone called.”
That gets my attention.
“What does Boone have to do with this?”
Clay gestures toward the screen.
“Mobile command convoy heading toward Los Angeles.”
“And?”
“And the system controlling the cascade was originally designed by Sentinel.”
The room goes very quiet.
Because they all know what that name means to me.
My pulse spikes.
“Where’s Logan?”
