Cold mountain air rushes inside.
“Because if this is connected to the system you found…”
Adam finishes the sentence.
“…then tonight just became the first move.”
The trucks start outside seconds later.
Engines roaring to life.
Headlights sweep across the dark forest as they tear down the road toward town.
I sit back at the laptop.
Watching the blinking markers on the map.
Watching Boone’s tracker stay dark.
And somewhere in the back of my mind a terrible thought starts to form.
This might not be an accident.
This might be exactly what the network wanted.
Boone inside the church.
The Brave Team racing into town.
Everyone moving exactly where the system predicted they would.
And if that’s true—
Then someone out there is already watching.
Waiting to see what we do next.
14
Boone
The wind rattles the church windows.
Somewhere outside a car door slams.
Mara hears it too.
Her head tilts slightly toward the entrance.
“That’s not good,” she mutters.
I glance toward the whiteboard again.
My name still sits there in black marker.
Boone Grant.
Recruitment.
