Down in a forgotten tunnel in the Undercroft where Seraph and Draven had made their base.
Seraph stood over a holographic map, studying convoy routes and patrol patterns.
"Captain." Rook's voice came from the entrance of the room. The crime boss leaned against the doorframe. "Got something you'd love to hear."
"Another supply convoy?"
"Nah, something better." Rook said, with a smile appearing on his face. "A person. Someone of high value."
That got Seraph's attention.
"Who?"
"Commander Marcus Voss. He's the logistics officer for Sterling's cyborg legions. The man who makes sure all those monsters get their fuel and ammunition on time."
Draven, who'd been sharpening his manifested blade in the corner, looked up. "A human commander? I thought Sterling replaced all his leadership with machines."
