ALEXANDER
I motioned for Kyle, who was still waiting close to the gates.
He returned, and we resumed the discussion, but I was a bit distracted now.
“…and if we rotate the ridge patrol every two hours instead of three, it should tighten the coverage,” Kyle said, pointing at the tablet.
I nodded once. “Do it.”
He adjusted it quickly. “Then the eastern flank—”
“Shift it forward,” I said.
Kyle paused.
Just slightly.
Then he looked up at me. “Forward?”
I frowned faintly, eyes still on the screen, then realized I hadn’t actually followed what he was referring to that time.
I exhaled quietly and made a small gesture with my hand.
“Wait—take it back.”
Kyle didn’t question it. He nodded, angling the tablet so I could see properly as he swiped.
“The eastern line,” he repeated, tapping
