"IT'S CRAZY," DEV SAID, after listening to Finn and Rhys explain their plan to liberate the blade from the collection, and Mina couldn't argue with him. "There's no way you can bypass his security."
Finn sat on a wobbly chair in front of the table that served as the archaeologist's desk, one end piled with papers and books, his laptop on the other. Rhys was in the only other chair in the space. Ivan and Sam leaned against jambs on either side of the door, while Mina squatted on the floor with the dust bunnies. Dev paced across the centre of the small room, if it can be called pacing when you can only take a step and a half in any direction.
"Your computer's connected to the museum network, yes?" Finn waved her hand at the laptop.
Dev paused for a second, coming to a stop in front of Sam
