Two.
That part catches my attention.
“What’s that?” I ask quietly.
Hawk points.
“Two command authorities.”
“How is that possible?”
“We’re still figuring that out.”
I stare at the cascade projections again.
Then back at Grant.
“Are they going after them?”
“Yes.”
“Without me, I should have been included.”
Grant hesitates.
“Scout—”
“This was my mission.”
Clay smiles slightly. No, yours was Sentinel. This isn’t Sentinel. He started this, but the architect finished it.
“I had a feeling you’d say that.”
34
Boone
The desert turns darker as we cross into California.
Below us, the highway cuts a pale ribbon through the black landscape.
Logan lowers the helicopter slightly.
“Convoy should be twenty miles ahead,” he says over the headset.
Wren’s laptop glows in the dim cabin.
The moving relay signal slides across the map.
“Eighteen miles now,” she says.
Russ leans toward the window.
“I’m not seeing headlights.”
“That’s because they’re running dark,” Adam replies.
Logan nods.
