After another hour of intense climbing, the Gale-Screecher's sonar map in Jonah's mind showed they had arrived.
"This is it," he whispered, gesturing to a wide, dark opening in the cliff face ahead. "The cave the Bureau wanted us to find."
The team regrouped behind a cluster of rough rocks, the wind howling around them. Draven and Titus took up defensive positions, their eyes scanning the empty area.
"Specter's inside," Jonah reported, his eyes closed in concentration as he received the feed from his invisible Progeny. "The cave is… just a cave. It's big. There are a few Chimera corpses on the floor, but they're cold. They've been dead for days."
"Staged," Seraph growled. "They brought them here from the labs to set the scene."
"Anything else?" Jax asked.
"No," Jonah confirmed. "No Broodmother. No nursery. No living Chimeras at all. It's completely empty."
It was a stage, just as they'd suspected. A perfectly crafted theater for an assassination.
