The field did not sleep.
Lights stayed on, guards paced the perimeter.
Yvonne Carter stood at the center table in the command tent, studying the map spread in front of her. Red marks circled the northern route, supply roads, patient transfer paths, weak points.
Marcus Hale stood across from her, arms crossed.
“They are not random,” he said. “This movement is planned.”
“Yes,” Yvonne replied. “And they know our patterns.”
That worried her more than the number of armed groups.
Information was power and someone was leaking it.
“We tighten access,” Yvonne said. “Only essential staff move outside the inner zone, no exceptions.”
Marcus nodded. “I will reorganize triage shifts, fewer rotations, less exposure.”
She looked at him.
“You do not hesitate,” she said.
“People hesitate when th
