The desert wind howled across the facility's rooftop, carrying sand and dust that stung Stone's face. He stood at the edge, his eyes fixed on the distant mountains, his mind churning with the Architect's final words. There are others. Others who share my vision.
Elena appeared at his side, her face pale, her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. "The Architect is in custody. The device is disarmed. We should be celebrating."
Stone shook his head slowly. "We can't. He was telling the truth. There are others. And they're already moving."
Claire approached, her tablet clutched against her chest. "I've been going through his files. There's a network. A web of loyalists scattered across the globe. They've been waiting for his signal."
Stone turned to her. "Can you find them?"
Clai
