Samuel walked down to the part of the border with no guards, a huge smile stretching across his face. Novaterra's arrogance made this laughably easy. He tossed his bag over first, the dull thump muffled by snow, then gripped the top bar and hauled himself up. His boots scraped metal, breath fogging in sharp bursts. One swing of his leg, a quick roll, and he landed on the other side safely inside.
He couldn't believe it had happened so easily. Infiltrating Novaterra. All it took was a blind spot and a little patience. He dusted snow off his sleeves, adjusted the pack on his back, and allowed himself one quiet laugh. This was going to be over fast.
