Colonel Kote's fingertips hovered over the touchscreen, like a hunter concentrating in the final moment before pulling the trigger.
On the screen, the green dashed line representing the "Reaper" UAV's trajectory overlapped seamlessly with the timeline of the F-16 attack formation, weaving a web of death onto the digital map of Tetrick City.
"Synchronization complete."
He withdrew his hand and took a sip of the now-cold coffee.
At forty-six, with a seventeen-year career as a professional soldier, he hadn't achieved any outstanding military accomplishments.
When he was dispatched here, the Ilygo War was already wrapping up, and he was doing the cleanup work.
This is a chance to make a name!
Now, he needed this victory.
The six screens arranged in an arc within the command vehicle composed his entire world.
The screen on the left displayed real-time satellite imagery, with resolution fine enough to discern the tread patterns on abandoned vehicle tires in the street.
