The night in Icelandia was quiet, but it was the kind of quiet that held danger. The streets around the presidential palace were filled with guards, patrol vehicles, and watchtowers. Floodlights swept across the gates, making it hard for anyone to move unnoticed.
Jayden, Harper, and Camilia crouched in the shadows of an abandoned store not far from the palace wall.
"This place is crawling," Harper whispered, eyes fixed on the moving lights.
Jayden nodded. "We go in silent first. If it breaks, we figure a way out. No turning back."
Camilia tightened her gloves. "Then let's get it done."
They moved through the alleys, keeping low. Every guard post was sharp, but Jayden had studied the patrols from afar. He knew their timing. When one pair of guards circled off to the right, the three sprinted across an open stretch and pressed against the outer wall.
"Harper," Jayden whispered.
