"The quarry range stretches exactly one thousand yards from the firing line to the mountain wall," Vasa announced, displaying the three-dimensional terrain map on her console.
"Look at the crosswind indicators along the trench," Jax said, pointing toward the red wind ribbons fluttering violently in the gale.
"Thirty-two knots from the southwest, with sudden thermal downdrafts near the five-hundred-yard marker," Kendra observed, resting her chin on her palm.
"Julian Thorne is stepping up to the northern firing stall," Yeda noted, watching the Academy marksman adjust his golden rifle rest.
"He wears gold-trimmed shooting glasses with integrated distance calculation crystals," Vasa said, scanning his gear loadout with her optical sensors.
"All the glass in the world will not save him if he ignores the valley updraft," Ava said softly, leaning against the wooden partition.
