The motel room transformed into an impromptu tactical center as Maya and James began methodically dissecting the Summit venue's security protocols. Maps and blueprints of Meridian Bay's Grand Nexus Center covered every surface, annotated with Maya's precise handwriting and James's audio markers—small devices that whispered location details when he passed his fingers over them.
"The main security checkpoint will have metal detectors and body scanners," Maya signed, her movements sharp with tension. She tapped a spot on the blueprint, then realized James couldn't see the gesture. "Northeast entrance," she added verbally, one of the rare times she used her voice.
James nodded, running his fingers along the raised line representing the building's perimeter. "Security will be focused on conve
