They established their Day One hold in the northern corridor's western bend.
It was a brutal, natural chokepoint—three sheer, defensible rock faces and a single, narrow open angle. Dav had identified it entirely on the fly during their approach. He hadn't asked for permission or called for a halt to discuss it; he had simply pinged the coordinates on the squad band and altered his trajectory, treating it as the definitive plan. It became the plan immediately, simply because his tactical read was flawless.
While the fading afternoon light still held, Dav slipped out at the seventh hour to run the perimeter check.
He materialized out of the shadows exactly at the eighth.
