"The southern customs gate of Kald City is fortified with iron-reinforced barricades and twenty automated turrets," Ava reported through her optical rifle scope.
"Look at the merchant mayor standing on the ramparts in his silk robes," Jax chuckled, peering through his field binoculars from the lead scout wagon.
"Mayor Vond is flanked by eighty private mercenary enforcers armed with Directorate assault carbines," Serian observed, mapping the defensive emplacements on his tactical pad.
"And behind the gate, five thousand dockworkers and laborers are pressing against the inner iron grates," Yeda whispered, sensing the immense crowd with her perception aura.
"The people have not eaten a full meal in three days," Kendra said, her jaw clenching as she looked at the bread wagons lined up along the roadway.
"Our convoy carries sixty thousand bushels of golden grain and forty crates of high-grade fever tonics," Vasa stated, holding her legal audit terminal in her hands.
