The body lay on the floor, its eyes staring at nothing, its blood pooling on the marble. Stone stood over Webb, his pistol still raised, his heart pounding against his ribs. The room was silent, the council members frozen in shock, their faces pale with fear.
"It's over," Stone said, his voice flat. "Webb is dead."
But even as he said it, he felt the familiar emptiness. Another leader dead. Another layer of the conspiracy peeled away. But the Architects were still out there. They were like a hydra—cut off one head, and two more grew in its place.
Elena moved to his side, her tablet in her hands. "Logan, I've been going through Webb's files. There's something you need to see."
Stone turned to her, his eyes hollow. "What?"
She pulled up a file on her tablet—a video file, encrypted and c
