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The Architect nods slowly.
“The true Architect.”
Russ blinks.
“Wait.”
“You’re not the Architect?”
“Oh, I am,” the man says calmly.
“But not the only one.”
The countdown timer on Wren’s screen flashes again.
0:52:41
And suddenly—
The laptop alarms explode.
New signals flood the display.
Wren’s eyes widen.
“Oh no.”
Boone looks at her immediately.
“What?”
Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“The second command just activated.”
Cyclone glances at the convoy vehicles.
“You mean the one that’s not standing here?”
“Yes.”
River’s voice turns sharp.
“Where is it?”
Wren stares at the map.
Her face goes pale.
“Los Angeles.”
The Architect smiles faintly.
“Exactly where it was always meant to be.”
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