The bunker was silent, the only sound the soft hum of the generator and the distant cry of night birds. Stone sat in the corner, his eyes fixed on the flames, his mind churning with thoughts he couldn't quite process. Victor was dead. Marcus was dead. Thomas was dead. But the Architects were still out there, and someone else was pulling the strings.
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 Victor and someone in the city. Someone who's been helping him plan his next move."
Stone felt a chill run down his spine. "Who?"
"I don't know yet." Elena's voice was tig
