Hadrek's secure room was in the same wing as Quelle's office.
The proximity was the morning's first problem. Lucien laid it out at six. The eastern administrative wing held the academy's diplomatic liaison department on the second floor and the senior administrative review chambers on the third. Hadrek was on the third — secured, supervised, under institutional questioning whenever Orvyn returned to her. Quelle's office was thirty-six paces away on the floor below. The two officers we had placed at Hadrek's external corridor moved in patterns the wing's other inhabitants would notice if they noticed anything. Whether they had noticed yet was — unknown.
Korren stood at the central low table with the wing's floor plan in front of him. The academy had cartography classrooms; Ren had borrowed the wing's institutional diagram from one of them overnight. Korren had been studying it since five.
