She raced through the water, the briefcase rattling against the seat. The canal ran directly under the I-9 overpass, bypassing the checkpoint entirely. She popped out the other side like a cork from a bottle, skidding onto a service road marked .

She killed the lights and rolled to a stop fifty meters from the barriers. Two human traffic wardens stood there, huddled under an umbrella, watching their tablets. They weren't looking at the road. They were looking at the rerouting algorithm.

Lina had nodded, already calculating. "What's the payload?"