The wind howled across the desert, whipping sand against the reinforced walls of the facility. Stone stood at the window, his eyes fixed on the endless expanse of dunes stretching to the horizon. The old guard was in custody. Marcus was gone, searching for his daughter. Elena was asleep in the next room, her breathing soft and even.
But Stone couldn't sleep.
Something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones, a persistent itch at the back of his mind that refused to let go. The old guard had been too easy to capture. Too willing to surrender. They'd given up without a fight, as if they'd been waiting to be caught.
Wrench appeared at his side, his face pale in the dim light. "You can't sleep either?"
Stone shook his head. "Something's off. I can't put my finger on it, but something's of
