Outside the Royal Palace.
People had already clashed with the army guarding the palace.
"Let us see the Queen!"
"Is the Princess fake?"
"Don't **** the prince!"
"That man, get out of our Sez..."
The waves of voices threatened to drown the palace.
On the facade beside the third gate of the palace, two men dressed in beige tight-fitting clothes were clinging to the wall, thanks to their protective coloring.
Matilda Murphy installed a jammer above one of the cameras, then made a hand gesture to Hank Clegg.
Hank Clegg nodded, as light as a swallow, he continued to climb upwards.
An alarm on the rooftop, wedged between crevices, turned its head towards Hank Clegg.
But at the same time, he threw a targeted jammer dart from his hand.
The alarm immediately ceased functioning.
"The rooftop uses load-bearing alarm systems," Joseph Wright had told Hank Clegg before coming.
Any weight heavier than that of a pigeon would trigger the alarm system.
