Location:Seven Peaks — Perimeter, Eastern Hills
Date/Time:TC1853.12.26-27 — Late Afternoon to Evening
The perimeter formations screamed at fourteen minutes past four.
Taron was at the command center in under a minute — training clothes, Stormheart already unsheathed, the blade crackling with the particular energy it produced when its wielder's pulse climbed above resting. Marcus had the formation display active, the network's detection grid painting a real-time map of Seven Peaks' territory in lines of pale blue light.
"The signature at twelve kilometers," Marcus said. "It's moved."
The dot on the display had shifted. Not scattered or erratic — the movement pattern of a predator or panicked animal. It had traveled in a straight line, steady and deliberate, from its position in the eastern hills to a new location five kilometers from the outer perimeter.
Seven kilometers in minutes. Whatever it was, it was fast.
"Combat teams to eastern perimeter," Taron ordered. "Formation—"
