The plan was insane. It was the kind of plan that, if you said it out loud in a normal room, would get you locked up in a padded cell.
They were going to break into a conceptual prison that existed outside of normal reality to steal three of the fundamental ideas of the universe from a sleeping, reality-eating monster.
It was, without a doubt, the craziest, most dangerous, and most utterly brilliant idea they had ever come up with.
The briefing room of the Odyssey was filled with a new, wild, and almost joyful energy. The despair was gone, replaced by the thrilling, electric buzz of a team of master thieves about to pull off the ultimate score.
They were no longer just soldiers fighting a war. They were a heist crew, and their target was the vault at the end of the universe.
Emma stood in front of a giant, holographic schematic of the Silent King's prison. She had pulled the design from Ryan's old memories, which were now a part of the ship's computer thanks to Oracle.
