The blueprint was complete.
Seraph shifted her position, her eyes looking over the dark streets below. "A solid plan, Jonah," she said, her voice a low murmur. "But we have a problem. The essences. They're miles away, locked in the most secure building in the country."
"We can't go back," Draven grunted. "The Bureau will be watching the Academy. They'd know something was up the second we set foot on campus."
For a moment, the perfect plan suddenly faced a big problem.
Vanessa, however, just smiled. She pulled a datapad from her pack, its screen glowing to life with complex, shifting symbols. "Who said anything about going back?"
She looked at Seraph. "As Senior Research Fellow and Head of his own department, Jonah's clearance is Omega-level. As his lead engineer, so is mine. We don't have to physically go to the Archive. We can have the Archive come to us."
