Drake tried to walk into the room with me but the Architect’s people stopped him which caused a fight outside and just as I turned to see what was happening, the door closed behind me and Drake couldn’t make it inside while fighting with the men outside the room.
I turned to look at the Architect and I realized every question that had haunted my life stood only a few feet away.
The Architect looked older than I expected. Gray hair framed a tired face and deep lines marked the years across his forehead but his eyes remained sharp as they settled on me.
“So. You finally made it.” He said calmly.
“I didn't come here for conversation.” I said without moving from where I was and a faint smile crossed his face.
“I know why you came.” He said.
“No. You really don’t.” I said.
The room
