The venue sits twenty minutes outside the city, tucked behind manicured hedges that make it look like nothing more than a private event space for weddings and corporate retreats. Talia parks two streets over, close enough to reach quickly, far enough to avoid drawing attention.
"Comm check," she says into the small earpiece we picked up from a supplier Yusuf recommended, one of the few pieces of technology on this entire job that didn't come from official Exchange resources.
"Reading you clearly," Corin's voice comes back, steady despite the obvious tension underneath it. "Approaching the main entrance now."
I watch through binoculars from the car, Mira beside me with a laptop open, ready to log timestamps and cross-reference license plates against the ownership records she's already co
