The ride inside the supply van was anything but comfortable. Anya and I remained crouched in opposite corners amongst several wooden crates while the vehicle bounced violently across the rough terrain. The invisibility ray projection remained active over our bodies and neither of us dared make any unnecessary movement.‎‎ The whisper-link in my ear was completely silent as the only thing that accompanied us was the rumbling of the vehicle and the occasional voices of the men seated in front.‎‎Needless to say, there wasn't anything interesting from their conversation. They only spoke about supplies, broken equipment and how difficult it had become to move resources through the desert. They didn't seem the least suspect of us. But that could be an act.‎‎It wasn't until later that the vehicle gradually slowed down.‎‎The faint sound of heavy metallic doors opening echoed outside before the supply van that had suddenly come to a halt drove forward once again. Not long after, it came

‎Needless to say, a piece of paper couldn't be hacked.‎‎"We should hurry." Anya warned, reaching for a handle. I took the cue and quickly moved to grab the other. The porthole was tinted, one couldn't see what was inside from the outside. ‎‎She glanced at me and said, "In three..." She signaled as she counted. ‎‎On the third count, I wheeled the handle in an anti-clockwise rotation. That was usually the case with locks. Proof was how Anya supposedly tried to do the same with the other handle but it wouldn't budge. She quickly wheeled it clockwise and the clanking noise of the locks reverberated through.‎‎Soon, the door clicked open, locks undone. Anya glanced in acknowledgement at me. I returned the look, sharing in the intensity of the moment. She returned her gaze to the door, heaving a deep breath before pushing the door open. Anya went in first and I followed in suit. ‎‎There were no alarms.‎‎What lay beyond the door was surprisingly ordinary. It wasn't anything one wo