Connor stared at the empty plastic bin resting on the security conveyor belt. The automated drones hovered near the reinforced glass doors to scan the students and confiscate every unauthorized electronic device.
The portable datapad and the advanced scanning lens sat securely in the guard's lockbox. The digital filters protecting the studio architects remained completely impenetrable without the decryption hardware.
'We are entirely blind without those scanners,' Connor thought, gripping the straps of his canvas bag. 'Rubedo will execute the populations if we fail to deliver the names.'
Leo bumped his shoulder against Connor and gestured toward a loud group of students from a neighboring district.
The elderly archivist herded the class away from the entrance and led them through the main exhibition hall.
