The South Pacific stretched endlessly beneath them, a vast expanse of blue water and scattered islands.
Vance stared out the plane's window, his mind churning. The Architect was out there, somewhere below. The man who had orchestrated everything. The puppet master behind the Collective, the Omega Initiative, the First Order, the Phoenix.
And now, finally, they were going to end it.
Echo was beside him, her laptop open. "I've been analyzing the Architect's communications. He's been using a private satellite network to coordinate his operations. It's heavily encrypted, but I've found a pattern."
"What kind of pattern?"
"All traffic routes through a single hub. A facility on a private island in the South Pacific. That's where he is."
"Then that's where we go."
Hawk leaned forward. "Wha
