General Marix, Lieutenant General Briggs and the Intelligence Unit sat in the war room, going over the information they had gathered.
Marix had one leg crossed over the other, one arm resting on the armrest of his seat, and the other resting against his temples as they spoke.
The unit pointed out on the map the areas they had investigated and laid in wait.
Briggs rubbed his chin as he nodded, listening intently to what they were saying.
Marix, however, was fading in and out to the conversation. His eyebrow ticked upward and his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes fluttered in a series of hard blinks.
"Sir?"
He blinked again and took a sharp breath as he looked up to see everyone staring directly at him.
"Yes, what is it?"
They glanced around at each other, a bit confused.
