In a rugged, heavily reinforced tent at the fledgling DRIS Outpost, three figures gathered around a large, detailed map of the surrounding territory. Two were tall, muscular ghouls: Dullahan and Rook. The third was short, lean, Libera. They were dressed in a sharp, Napoleonic-era officer's uniform.
Dullahan, pointing a thick finger at the map, spoke with a low, steady voice. "We have covered the south-east side of the border with two squads running regular patrols of three men each. This is enough to cover any intrusions on the residential zone as well as any incoming threats from the mountain slope below, but it's stretched thin."
