The briefing room was quiet but busy. The holographic map of the Dragon's Tooth mountains floated in the center of the room. It showed a sharp, mean-looking rock spine covered in swirling computer storms.
While Seraph was going over the final gear list with Jax and Titus, Jonah stared at the map, a worried frown on his face. He watched the simulated wind patterns, the sheer vertical cliffs, the lack of any flat, open ground. He knew his current team of Progeny wouldn't cut it here. Maul was too big and heavy for these narrow ledges. Nyx was a good flyer, but not strong enough to handle the chaotic winds the region was famous for. Specter was a perfect infiltrator, but not a long-range scout.
He was going in blind. And in a trap set by Colonel Boris, blindness was a death sentence.
He walked over to Seraph, waiting until she finished her conversation. "Captain," he said, his voice low and serious. "I need something."
Seraph turned, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?"
