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Genna tapped her screen, summoning Braelish to her operations room. He must have been outside, because the door opened instantly.
“Get me Leopold,” she said. The guard nodded and left, walking as fast as his poorly leg let him. Braelish might be hampered by the injuries Garrick had inflicted, but his dedication was second to none, and he was always ready to serve.
Not that she’d need to send for Leopold physically if the man had responded to the messages she’s sent.
She turned her attention back to the screens on the wall.
“The play is quite distinct now,” Miolar said. He stood by the desk, had been flicking through different feeds as they watched the warriors move into position. “The circle tightens.”
Genna nodded, eyes still on the screen. Miolar wasn’t anywhere near as
