The bunker was crazily cold.
Of course it would be cold as the entire bunker was buried very deep underneath the ground.
It was almost like a tomb. But for Seraph and Draven, they kind of felt safe at the moment.
Seraph stood before a flickering holographic map projected onto the wall. The map showed a section of the industrial district just above them, which showed narrow streets and tall, abandoned factories. A single red line curved and twisted through the area.
"Here," she said, pointing a finger at the red line. "Rook's intel is solid. At 0300 hours, a Syndicate supply convoy will move through this street. It's carrying advanced weaponry for the city's military base." She zoomed in, and a list of the convoy's cargo appeared beside the map. "And something more important. A long range, communications jammer."
Draven, who had been cleaning a newly acquired pulse rifle, looked up. "A jammer," he said, his voice a low rumble. "We could use that to talk to them."
