The transport cut through the gray dawn sky, its engines humming with a steady, rhythmic pulse that seemed to vibrate through James's bones.
He sat in the dimly lit cabin, his eyes fixed on the documents spread across the table before him. The original architect's files had been extensive, filled with decades of research, planning, and correspondence. But there was one name that kept appearing, one name that seemed to connect everything together.
"The Gatherer," James said, his voice flat. "That's what they called them."
Dr. Cross leaned forward, her eyes scanning the documents. "I've never heard that name before. It wasn't in any of Marcus's journals."
Alexander moved to the table, his terminal in hand. "I've been cross-referencing the name with every database I have access to. There'
