At four in the morning the command tent still had every lamp burning, and nobody inside it had made a serious attempt at sleep.
Nyx had the routing sheet under the lamp where it had lived since midnight, annotated out to the margins. Doug worked beside her with the Bureau's published procedures open on his tablet. Kira had a timeline dashboard she was too tired to look at anymore. Luna had been pretending to work on her cot for the better part of an hour, having run out of ideas on what to do.
The Storm Valkyrie did not enjoy being outshone by the pink bimbo one bit, thus she had to look the part.
Kaiden and Vespera were at the map table with the intake numbers, because the compound still had a first week to get through and none of tonight's problems were going to pour concrete or deal with their hundreds of new recruits and all the issues that came with it.
