"You have a new mission."
The words landed before the dust from Bastion Four's arrival could even settle.
Hans stepped down from the APC with Callum following behind him. The DASF did not stand beside his Commander this time. Instead, he took several steps away and positioned himself near the ramp, far enough to leave the conversation between Hans and the two Scout Team leaders.
Dmitri and Adrian straightened at once.
"Point us where we're needed, Commander," Dmitri said.
Hans did not answer. His eyes moved past them.
The abandoned observation post stood in the dark like a place cut loose before it could drag its owners down with it.
It was not the safehouse Cell 7 had just evacuated.
That one was farther east, still surrounded by red markers that refused to disperse.
This was the old observation post Dmitri and Adrian's squads had secured earlier. The half-sunken maintenance block near the old service road.
The quiet place that pulled Hans toward Cell 7's shadow.
