Grant answers carefully.
“Flying Boone and Wren toward the convoy.”
I stare at him.
“Logan knew about this?”
“Yes.”
“And he didn’t tell me?”
Clay rubs the back of his neck.
“Well…”
“That was probably a tactical decision.”
I cross my arms.
“A tactical decision to keep me in the dark about the man who kidnapped me?”
No one answers.
Because there isn’t a good answer.
Hawk finally steps forward.
“Scout—”
“Don’t.”
The memories hit like a punch.
The cold room.
The restraints.
Sentinel watching me like I was a puzzle he wanted to break.
My breathing tightens.
Grant speaks gently.
“Scout, we already have the situation contained.”
“Contained?”
“Yes.”
“Boone and Wren are intercepting the Architect.”
Clay adds,
“And we’re setting up the LA side.”
I look back at the screens.
Two command signals now moving across the network.
