Chapter 34 Boone
Boone
The desert turns darker as we cross into California.
Below us, the highway cuts a pale ribbon through the black landscape.
Logan lowers the helicopter slightly.
“Convoy should be twenty miles ahead,” he says over the headset.
Wren’s laptop glows in the dim cabin.
The moving relay signal slides across the map.
“Eighteen miles now,” she says.
Russ leans toward the window.
“I’m not seeing headlights.”
“That’s because they’re running dark,” Adam replies.
Logan nods.
“Professional convoy.”
Wren zooms the signal again.
“They’re shifting lanes every few miles.”
“Trying to avoid traffic cameras,” Adam says.
“Smart,” Russ mutters.
Boone studies the highway below.
A handful of cars move slowly along the distant road.
Normal traffic.
Normal people.
None of them realizing that somewhere ahead—
A mobile command center is racing toward Los Angeles.
And if it gets there—
Everything changes.
“How close are we to the Golden Team?” Boone asks.
Logan checks the navigation screen.
“They’re staging twenty miles ahead of the convoy.”
Perfect.
Because if this works—
The Architect is about to run straight into a trap.