“But it sounds like something he would do. Let’s not forget how evil he was. He kidnapped Scout and treated her horribly.”
“I know.”
Then shake my head.
“Let’s hope he didn’t leave any more surprises.”
Boone smiles faintly.
“With Sentinel?”
“Probably not.”
We both look back at the silent control room.
The system running smoothly again.
The observer node watching everything.
Somewhere deep inside the architecture—
Sentinel’s creation continues evolving.
And none of us knows yet—
What it might eventually become.
51
Wren
The ocean is quiet.
No helicopters.
No alarms.
No flashing screens filled with code.
Just waves rolling gently against the shore.
For the first time in what feels like weeks, the world is still.
I sit on the wooden deck outside the small beach house Boone found for us, my feet tucked beneath me as the sun sinks slowly toward the horizon.
Orange light spills across the water.
The sky looks painted.
And my laptop—
Is nowhere in sight.
Boone made sure of that.
“Rule number one,” he’d said when we arrived.
“No computers.”
