Diego tossed his cufflink straight onto the desk and stretched a bit, the faint sound of his bones cracking a bit echoing in the war room of the Bloodmoon convoy command vehicle.
I stood across from him with my hands flat against the tactical map displaying the glowing blue and red border lines of the contested northern timber reserve.
"They're already moving three vanguard units across the lower fork," I said, pointing at the blinking red dots creeping past the river boundary. "Alexander isn't waiting for the Council's official documentation to clear. He knows if he sets up fortified outposts on the timber ridge tonight, you'll have to launch an active invasion to dislodge him."
"Good." Diego lifted his gaze from the desk to glance at my direction. The glow of the digital map illuminat
