Golden Team.
Boone’s group.
Professional.
Disciplined.
Very well organized.
The Architect studies them calmly.
River Channing.
Cyclone.
Gideon.
Raven.
Yes.
Sentinel had mentioned them once.
Persistent people.
Very persistent.
Then his gaze settles on the woman standing beside Boone.
Wren McKay.
Interesting.
“You found me faster than expected,” he says.
Boone doesn’t lower his weapon.
“Step away from the vehicle.”
The Architect tilts his head slightly.
“Or what?”
Cyclone answers from behind the truck.
“Or we stop asking politely.”
The Architect smiles faintly.
He raises his hands slowly.
Not surrendering.
Just acknowledging the moment.
“You believe stopping me here will solve the problem.”
Wren steps forward slightly.
