About what she just said.
Then I close my laptop slowly.
“Yes.”
But deep down—
I know something just changed.
Somewhere inside the system—
Sentinel’s architecture is still alive.
And now…
It’s watching.
49
Boone
The last helicopter disappears into the night.
The wind across the rooftop finally begins to settle.
Below us, Los Angeles glows like nothing ever happened.
Traffic flowing.
Sirens moving through the streets.
Millions of people living their lives.
Completely unaware how close everything came to falling apart.
River stands near the helipad, speaking quietly with two federal agents.
Cyclone leans against the side of Logan’s helicopter with his arms crossed.
Gage sits on a crate like he just ran a marathon.
Logan watches the skyline with a grin.
“Not bad for a Tuesday night.”
River glances over.
“Don’t start.”
Cyclone smirks.
“He’s right though.”
River sighs.
“You two are impossible.”
Gage chuckles.
