(Righteous Faction, Zone Twelve Military Base. Two Days Later)
Over the next forty-eight hours, Leo and Veyr operated like spectres in uniform, drifting seamlessly through the heart of enemy command as they immersed themselves in the everyday rhythm of military life, speaking the language, executing the routines, and absorbing information with a quiet intensity that never once betrayed their true allegiance.
Leo stuck close to the officers, attending every field inspection, every patrol audit, and every mid-level strategy meeting that Larry was expected to show up for, using the silence between orders to review files, skim through troop breakdowns, and subtly quiz junior personnel on which sectors they were most afraid of being stationed in.
