“We compress,” I say.
Boone nods immediately. “Grid it tight, force the pattern.”
“Exactly.”
I shift the map, narrowing the radius, cutting out noise, eliminating anything that doesn’t fit.
Three locations light up.
Clean.
Controlled.
Possible.
“He’ll pick somewhere that limits exposure but gives him exit options,” Scout says.
“Yeah.”
“Industrial or residential edge.”
“Agreed.”
Boone taps the screen. “We’ve got two warehouse zones and one residential block that match.”
I study them for half a second.
Then—
“Warehouse two.”
Boone looks at me. “Why?”
“Too obvious to ignore,” I say. “Which means he expects us to dismiss it.”
Scout nods once.
“And he wants control of entry points,” she adds. “That one gives him that.”
“Exactly.”
Decision made.
“We move on it.”
Boone’s already grabbing his gear.
“Team’s ready.”
I turn to Scout.
She’s already set.
Weapon checked.
Focus locked.
No hesitation.
