The door to intel slid shut behind them with a soft hiss.
A briefing room waited on the other side. Not as big as the command room, but similar—screens along one wall, a table in the center, a few operators at consoles. Albert spoke with a captain near the display for a minute, low and clipped, then handed things off.
"Details later," he said, turning back to the three adventurers. "You've done enough talking for now. Next step is simple."
Ragna narrowed her eyes. "You said that about the 'briefing.' It was not simple."
"This one is," Ward said. "Medical, quarters, schedule."
Mira tensed. "Medical?"
"Baseline check," Ward answered. "We took hits in our last world because we did not screen early. Not repeating that."
Lyris looked at Albert. "You think we might be… diseased?"
Albert shook his head. "I think we do not make assumptions. Our medics will be careful. That is all."
He nodded to Ward and left through a side door, already calling up something on his tablet.
