The Architect wasn't a legend. He was a man whose name inspired equal parts terror and awe, a figure cloaked in layers of anonymity so deep that mentioning him was tantamount to inviting catastrophe. His complex systems were infused with the Syndicate's lifeblood, and in order to cut off this beast's head, they would want more than just physical strength—they would also need wisdom.
The breadcrumbs hidden in the stolen data marked the start of the team's search for him. Deciphering encrypted messages and discovering pieces of correspondence that pointed to a single location—a private complex in the centre of a vast urban metropolis known simply as Concordia—Anya laboured relentlessly.
Anya projected a holographic map of the facility onto the table and declared, "It's a fortress." Every security measure imaginable has been put in place by the architect. This isn't just another base for the syndicate. It is the centre of their nerves.
Zara studied the map, leaning closer. "We'll need as
