The transport was unmarked, with no insignia, flags, or anything else that might draw attention.
From the outside, it looked like an ordinary delivery truck, which was exactly what they needed. It moved through the Capital streets with the calm efficiency of a supply vehicle making a routine run during a riot, and nobody paid enough attention to wonder where it was going.
Maeve sat in the back surrounded by screens, using the military-grade equipment she'd pulled from the Academy archives to track their route through the Capital's gridlock. Her fingers moved fast across the tablet as she cross-referenced geological data with surveillance feeds, occasionally glancing toward the map displayed on the largest screen.
