The bomb shelter in Montana was a tomb of rust and silence.
Michael stood at the entrance, staring out at the snow-covered mountains. The sun was rising, painting the peaks in shades of gold and amber. It was beautiful. Peaceful. But Michael felt anything but peaceful. His mind was churning, the Keeper's disappearance gnawing at him like a festering wound.
Three days had passed since the attack on the Absolute's headquarters. Three days since they'd destroyed the Pacific facility. Three days since the Keeper had vanished from the temple in the Himalayas. Three days of searching, analyzing, waiting. And still, nothing.
Clarice appeared beside him, her face pale, her eyes red-rimmed. She'd been working non-stop, analyzing the data from the Absolute's systems, trying to find any trace of t
