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I grab the mic immediately.
“I’m here.”
“You’re not going to like this.”
“I already don’t.”
A pause.
Then he says calmly—
“We just captured one of the attackers.”
My heart jumps.
“Did he talk?”
“Yeah.”
“What did he say?”
Another pause.
“He said someone called the Architect wants Boone alive.”
The room goes very still.
Because that name again—
The Architect.
I swallow hard.
“Adam…”
“Yeah?”
“You need to hear something.”
“What?”
I stare at the screen.
At Boone’s file.
At the words flashing beneath it.
Command Candidate.
“They’re not just recruiting people,” I whisper.
“What do you mean?”
I take a slow breath.
“They’re selecting commanders.”
Silence fills the radio.
