Once the tasks was almost over, he commanded the twins.
"You two, when the wire's done, I want a full map of the block. Everything. If it's burned out, mark it. If it's occupied, count heads, even if they're dead. Bring me anything that looks weird—shops, vehicles, places people could hole up."
Roger, predictably, rolled his eyes, but Gregor simply nodded. "You want us to draw a map?"
"Yeah. Cartography's the new meta. I want it ready by sundown."
It didn't matter that their map would end up on the back of a pizza flyer or torn-up cardboard—it was information, and information was leverage.
Soon, he withdrew behind his wall and began training.
He started with slow swings of his weapon. Each move was careful, not rushed.
His hands stayed tight on the handle, and his arms followed through with each motion. The air made a light swish as he repeated the same swings again and again.
