"If we step one foot onto the street outside the embassy, Arthur’s private security will take us into custody before we can cross the block," I said, my voice tight as I stared at the tactical display laid across the table.
Vivienne leaned over the map, her posture stiff, her gaze tracking the perimeter lines surrounding the Vance European shell offices near Embassy Row. "The main entrance uses dual-spectrum cameras and automated facial recognition. Arthur locked down the whole diplomatic district."
"It gets worse," I replied, pointing to the red icons pulsing around the building’s exterior. "He deployed a localized jammer grid along the perimeter. Standard remote hacking tools are useless. We can't disable the security feed from the outside."
"Then we don't hack it from the outside," V
