Jay was back in the briefing room when Olesya walked in. Damien, Nasira and Ark had disappeared to catch up on sleep, leaving him alone with Aviary, who was hunkered over her laptop, her hoodie pulled over the digiflora t-shirt Olesya had given her. The briefing table had modified iPhones scattered across it, and Jay looked thoroughly confused—likely the result of Aviary talking aloud as she worked.
‘Are the teams confirmed yet?’ Aviary asked Olesya without looking up from her work.
‘Team A is myself, you, Ark, Damien and Nasira,’ Olesya said. ‘We’ll be supporting Jay. Team B is smaller: Marina, Sophia and DC—who has volunteered to help us. They’ll be on standby near an air base just east of the university with a recon drone, watching for activity. If the Destiny drones are confirmed to
