No hesitation.
Not even now.
Her presence is steady—focused, sharp, locked in exactly where I need her.
“You’re thinking relocation,” she says.
Not a question.
“No.”
That gets her attention.
“He wants us to think relocation,” I continue. “Fast grab, fast move, minimal trace.”
A beat.
“But that’s not his pattern.”
Scout nods once, already tracking.
“He holds leverage until it stabilizes,” she says. “Then he moves.”
“Yes.”
“So she’s still close.”
“Very.”
Boone looks up from his station.
“How close?”
I glance at Scout.
Then back at the map.
“Within ten miles.”
Boone exhales sharply. “That’s tight.”
“That’s controlled,” I correct.
Because this isn’t panic.
This is design.
“He wants reaction,” Scout adds. “He wants us to spread.”
“We don’t.”
“No.”
Our eyes meet for a second.
That alignment again.
Seamless now.
