"Just a few words."
Song Heping said, "There's something urgent."
Jensen waved his hand, signaling the guard to let him through: "Let him in."
The briefing room was filled with smoke, not from cigarettes, but from a mix of electronic cigarettes and coffee steam.
The large screen was divided into twelve sub-images.
Drone real-time monitoring, satellite multispectral images, team helmet camera test signals, a 3D modeled map of Badi Town, communication status chart, meteorological data flow.
The air also carried the scent of sweat, the agitation of caffeine overdose, and that unique oppressive excitement before a major battle.
Major General Duke stood at the central tactical table, hands on the edge, body slightly leaning forward, staring at the building models on the screen.
Lemont leaned against the opposite wall, holding a white ceramic coffee cup, but Song Heping noticed the cup was already empty, and he was merely unconsciously rubbing the handle with his fingers.
