Cyclone’s voice cuts in.
“Roadblock is ready.”
Perfect.
Because now the trap closes.
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River
The convoy appears exactly where Gideon predicted.
Three vehicles flying down the highway.
Fast.
Cyclone whistles softly.
“Well that’s subtle.”
Niki watches the approaching headlights.
Her expression is stone calm.
But River notices the way her hand tightens on the rifle.
Sentinel.
Tonight’s ghost.
“Ready?” Raven asks.
The convoy roars closer.
Cyclone flips on the emergency lights mounted on the truck.
The road ahead suddenly floods with flashing red and blue.
The lead SUV brakes hard.
The convoy swerves slightly—
Then slows.
For half a second—
It looks like they might stop.
Then the lead vehicle swerves around the roadblock.
Cyclone laughs.
“Oh good.”
“They’re runners.”
River grabs the radio.
