The troops shoved Pampaa into the War Room. Low-ranking agents busily worked at several rows of terminals, communicating in hushed voices. Under low lighting, the over-furnished, claustrophobic room felt like the interior of a submarine.
A towering holograph displayed the egg crate apartments in miniature.
Little white dots indicated all the residents. A dozen blue dots presumably indicated the constables on site. Green dots swarmed in. Military assets. A ton of them, platoon strength.
Two red dots were cornered into what appeared to be an apartment bathroom. Pampaa presumed they were Etzli and the Domu.
Two people versus a platoon.
Anger sparked multiple fires in Pampaa's chest. They'd been flaring up ever since he got the call that Etzli had been dragged halfway across the galaxy
