Matilda followed the direction of Kimmy's finger. Her gaze settled on the crater between the two refinery towers.
Even from this distance, she could see the ground pulsating faintly.
"Target located," she muttered. Her hand moved to the comm unit.
"Strike Team Actual to Golden Eagle."
Static crackled in response.
"Send it, Strike Team Actual."
"We have visual confirmation of the hive's core and its location. Requesting artillery strike on marked coordinates, over."
Inside the armored SUV, Hans paused on the other line. Quicker than I expected.
He stared at the Radar display on his map. Matilda's position appeared on the radar, situated near the two blue dots—Kimmy and Yunera.
Northeast, almost four kilometers away, he was surprised. A ping flashed right after—the coordinates blinking onto the screen.
300 meters from target.
It was close, but not as close as he thought they were.
