Jenna looked at the stylus resting in its silicone cradle. Innocent. Weightless. Her father’s final puzzle.
Her phone rang. Caller ID: a string of zeros.
“Jenna. If you’re watching this, I’m gone, and you’re holding the stylus. First—don’t trust the voice on the phone. That’s Cipher . He’s the one who reactivated The Beast. He wants you to terminate the satellite because doing so will also fry every backup civilian grid in a 500-mile radius. He’s not saving people. He’s clearing the board for a new world.”
And the VINSA driver—ghost in the machine—went dark forever.