The estate burned behind them, orange flames licking at the night sky, black smoke curling into the clouds. Stone stood at the edge of the forest, his face illuminated by the fire, his eyes fixed on the destruction. Hayes was dead. But the Architect was still out there.
Elena appeared at his side, her face pale, her hands trembling. "Logan, we need to move. The fire will draw attention."
Stone didn't turn. "He's out there. The Architect. He's still planning."
"We'll find him." Elena's voice was firm. "But we can't do it if we're dead. We need to regroup."
Stone finally turned to her, his eyes hollow. "You're right. We need to find a place to lay low. Somewhere safe."
Wrench stepped forward, his face grim. "I know a place. A cabin in the mountains. It's off the grid, no security camera
