Travis pulled the heavy tactical vest over his head, pulling the side straps tight with a sharp snap of velcro as he stood in the dim light of the mobile unit. Beside him, Brown's fingers danced across his laptop keyboard in a rapid blur, executing diagnostic routines after hardwiring Travis's phone directly into the system. On the primary high-resolution monitor, the steady crimson dot marked on the digital topographic map had ceased its violent, erratic flashing. The pulsing light had settled into a slow, rhythmic beacon—a clear indicator that the user's biometrics had stabilized and she was currently out of immediate physical danger.
"She's surprisingly calm, even in the middle of a high-risk abduction scenario," Valkyrie noted, crossing his arms as he leaned over Brown's shoulder to analyze the incoming telemetry feeds. "I have to hand it to her—I salute a woman with that kind of composure."
