The most dangerous weapons in the world are not made of steel or hidden inside lines of digital code; they are the dusty pages of history that powerful men spent centuries trying to burn to the ground.
The ancient paper blueprints lay completely flat across the wooden kitchen table, their edges frayed and yellowed by decades of storage. Sarah Vance leaned close under the bright overhead lamp, a small magnifying lens held steady in her right hand while her left hand carefully adjusted the brightness of a portable scanning light. Ethan Vance stood right behind her shoulder, his massive arms crossed over his chest as he watched the digital scanner project a completely new set of lines over the old ink drawings.
"Our father was much cleverer than we ever realized, Ethan," Sarah said, her voi
