ADRIANO POV
"East entrance," Marco said. "Thirty seconds."
I said nothing.
Five of us. Moving across the flat ground outside the senator's facility in the particular silence that came from training rather than caution. No radios. No signals beyond hand movements. The facility's exterior cameras were on a ninety-second rotation that Luca had mapped from the traffic network data, and we were moving in the gaps.
The east entrance was exactly where the 1987 building plans showed it. Old door. Original hardware. Nobody had updated the lock in thirty years, which meant Marco had it open in eight seconds rather than eleven, which was the first thing that had gone better than expected all week.
We went in.
The facility was larger than the plans showed. The original building ended at the seco
