Nobody slept, not really. Since the moment Casey opened the Architect folder every plan involved rest disappearing.
The rental house had become a command center weeks ago but now it felt like the center of a war.
The drive sat connected to three separate systems while Casey worked through encryption layers and security barriers and every successful breakthrough seemed to reveal something worse than the last.
I sat at the dining table with a mug of coffee that had gone cold hours ago.
Across from me Drake watched me more than the computer screens.
I pretended not to notice and unfortunately he knew me too well now.
“You should eat.” He said but I didn’t look up.
“You sound like a broken record.” I said.
“And you sound stubborn.” He said so Brax pointed at Drake.
“He’s got a
