The city preparing itself—
Without realizing why.
Perfect.
An alert flashes across the monitor.
Satellite detection.
Aircraft overhead.
The Architect tilts his head slightly.
“Interesting.”
Another alert appears.
Traffic camera disruptions ahead.
Temporary signal losses.
That shouldn’t be happening.
Unless—
He zooms the highway feed.
Three vehicles positioned along the corridor.
Professional placement.
Calculated spacing.
The Architect smiles faintly.
“They’re trying to trap us.”
The driver glances into the mirror.
“Sir?”
The Architect leans forward.
“Accelerate.”
“We’re already at ninety.”
“One hundred.”
The driver hesitates.
“This highway—”
“Now.”
The convoy surges forward.
Engines roaring as they race toward Los Angeles.
