James was running his thumb down Durendal's edge, checking for nicks from Eleanor Harcourt's sword, when Farrell called them over.
"Challengers. Here."
An officer James did not know had a map spread out across the bonnet of a jeep, weighted down at the corners with a radio, a water bottle and two magazines. Farrell stood over it with one hand flat on the paper.
"This is where the unit on our left was," she said. She put her finger on a junction east of the industrial estate where two roads crossed beside a cluster of buildings. "They've pulled back to here." She moved her finger south. "The British have the junction."
"What's it for?" said James.
