“For what?” Blade asks.
“For my final directive.”
Gage shifts in his seat.
“That sounds ominous.”
“It is.”
The SUV turns onto the downtown streets.
The infrastructure tower rises ahead of us.
Thirty stories of glass and steel.
The place where the cascade almost began.
River checks his watch.
“Federal teams cleared the building.”
“Security perimeter is ours.”
Cyclone loads a fresh magazine into his rifle.
“Just in case someone tries to stop us.”
Boone glances at Wren.
“You ready?”
She closes the laptop slowly.
The screen goes dark.
“Yes.”
The SUV stops at the base of the tower.
The team steps out into the night.
Wind moves between the tall buildings.
The tower looms above us.
Silent.
Waiting.
Wren looks up at it.
Inside that building—
Sentinel’s system still runs.
Still learning.
Still evolving.
