**ADAM**
Justin notices before I do, which is infuriating only because it confirms what I already know about him, that he tracks deviation the way others track threats, quietly and without sentiment, cataloguing shifts until they form a pattern he can no longer ignore. It happens midway through a briefing, one of the quieter ones where maps are spread and voices are low, and Sasha is standing at my side with her arms folded loosely, eyes narrowed as she studies the route markings like she’s memorising them rather than just reading.
She doesn’t wait to be invited into the conversation. She doesn’t need to.
When the scout finishes outlining the perimeter movements, I’m already adjusting the map in my head, already seeing the flaw, and Sasha speaks at the exact same moment I do, her voice
