Toward the trap.
And directly toward the people waiting to stop them.
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Wren
The signal spikes.
“Boone,” I say.
“What?”
“They just accelerated.”
“How fast?”
“One hundred miles an hour.”
Russ whistles.
“Well that seems reckless.”
Adam leans forward.
“That means he knows.”
Logan adjusts the helicopter’s course.
“Then we’d better hurry.”
The freeway lights of Los Angeles begin to appear ahead.
A glowing sea on the horizon.
Golden Team waits somewhere in that maze of roads.
The Architect’s convoy races toward them.
And above it all—
Our helicopter dives through the night sky.
The countdown timer flashes again.
1:11:48
Just over an hour left.
Two command systems.
One city.
And in the next few minutes—
Everything is about to collide.
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