The bunker was silent, the only sound the soft hum of the generator and the crackling of the fire. Stone sat at the table, his eyes fixed on the files spread out before him. Alexander was dead. Victor was dead. Marcus was dead. Thomas was dead. The architects were gone. But the Architects were still out there.
Elena moved to his side, her tablet in her hands. "Logan, I've been going through the data. There's something you need to see."
Stone looked up, his eyes hollow. "What?"
She pulled up a file on her tablet—a series of messages, encrypted and coded. "Communications between Alexander and someone in the city. Someone who's been helping him plan his next move."
Stone felt a chill run down his spine. "I thought Alexander was the one pulling the strings."
"He was." Elena's voice was ti
