A location forty minutes outside Geneva by road.
Hawk entered the coordinates.
An image appeared on his tablet.
A decommissioned medical-research facility stood high in the mountains.
Three concrete buildings.
A private landing pad.
Tunnels running beneath the property.
Wynn’s voice came through my radio.
“I know that place.”
“How?”
“It appeared in the financial records. The property belongs to a shell company called Arslan Biomedical.”
Leyla’s father.
The man who created Aegis.
The man General Kane had murdered.
Fate hadn’t been created at the observation post.
It had been created here.
Minser was returning to the beginning.
A photograph followed.
Elena sat inside the abandoned laboratory.
Her hands were bound.
Blood covered one side of her face.
Minser stood behind her, finally off his aircraft and on the ground.
Beside him rested another portable dispersal unit.
A timer glowed across the front.
00:59:58.
Wynn’s voice came through my radio.
“Lucas, what is it?”
I stared at the abandoned facility.
At the place where Project Fate had been born.
“Minser has Elena.”