"Beijing Capital International Airport is the worst possible place to discuss quantum fusion," Atlas muttered as they descended the private jet's stairs. "Too many eyes, too many ears."
Lin walked ahead of them, her posture perfect as she navigated the VIP terminal with practiced ease. "The Archive has secured our passage. Focus on maintaining your covers rather than the physics of your condition."
Beijing sprawled before them in the early morning light, a metropolis of gleaming skyscrapers and ancient traditions coexisting in uneasy balance. Despite the private entrance, the airport bustled with activity—business travelers in tailored suits, security personnel with watchful eyes, surveillance cameras tracking every movement.
"James Chen, quantum physicist with a side interest in tradit
