“Map.”
That’s all I say.
I turn, already moving toward the main room.
Footsteps follow immediately.
Marco is already at the table, dragging the map open, flattening it with his palm.
“East side,” he mutters. “Industrial narrows it—but not enough.”
Ethan steps in beside him, tablet in hand, pulling up overlays—satellite images, zoning, abandoned structures.
Dots scatter across the screen.
Warehouses.
Dockyards.
“Loading docks near water…” Ethan says. “That’s a wide net.”
“Filter it,” Marco snaps.
Ethan nods, fingers moving quickly.
“Inactive sites. Low traffic. No registered operations.”
The map shifts.
Clusters disappear.
Then more.
What’s left is still too many.
I step forward.
My fingers rest against the edge of the table as I look down.
Routes.
Access points.
Dista
