Xander leaned over the large oak table, his eyes locked on the map sprawled before him. His team surrounded him, voices overlapping in heated debate about the siege scheduled for the twelfth of June.
“I cannot wait to catch them in the act this time,” Rebel said with a grin that spoke more of eagerness than caution. His fingers drummed impatiently against the table.
Xander, however, was silent. His sharp eyes traced the circles drawn around shipment routes and trading posts. He was not one to rush decisions. A missing file containing records of past and future transactions had already given them an advantage, but it also meant their enemies would fight tooth and nail to recover what they had lost. Willard had made a grave mistake by writing everything down, and continuing his operations
