"Two defending each base," Noah analyzed, pulling up the tactical map. "Classic split strategy. Ready to move, Kelvin?"
"Just let me activate one last defense subroutine..." Kelvin's fingers danced across the holographic interface. "There. Now we'll know if anyone so much as breathes near our flag."
"Be careful," Lila's voice came through their comms, that edge of intensity still present. "Martinez's team has Samuel. His strategic modeling is nearly perfect."
"Nearly," Cora snorted, hefting her plasma cannon. "Got anything for Taylor's bunch?"
"They're still attempting the cliff route," Lila reported clinically. "Poor choice. Limited cover, predictable trajectory. They won't be a problem." Her avatar shifted slightly, rifle barrel tracking something only she could see through her scope. "I have angles on all approach vectors."
