They reached the garrison an hour before the ward staff's rotation, and within the first few minutes, Vane understood why Hale had trusted this plan to people who had already proven they could hold still under this kind of pressure.
There was nothing dramatic about the approach.
That was the point.
Isole went in first, alone, moving through the outer yard with the same unhurried, nothing-to-see-here stillness she'd carried through Fort Kessral's drilling yard weeks ago. She didn't look like someone searching for a prisoner. She didn't look like someone who belonged to a rescue party at all.
She simply moved as though she had somewhere to be.
Vane watched her disappear through the yard and waited.
Twenty minutes later, she returned with the information they'd come for.
