Damon's POV
The tactical maps spread across my desk might as well be toilet paper. Every route, every defensive position, every f*****g contingency plan - Martinez has seen it all. I lean back in my chair and stare at the ceiling, wondering how the hell I'm supposed to lead a pack when the enemy knows our every move.
"Damon?" Kira's voice cuts through my thoughts. She's standing in the doorway, looking like she hasn't slept in days. Join the club, sweetheart.
"Come in." I gesture to the chair across from my desk. "How are you holding up?"
"Like s**t. You?"
"Same."
She sits down and looks at the maps. "Those are useless now, aren't they?"
"Pretty much." I gather them up and shove them in a drawer. "Martinez probably knows our plans better than we do at this point."
"So what do we do
