The next morning came too quickly.
Tatehan woke in the small quarters the Red Crest Clan had assigned him, a modest room with a bed, a desk, and not much else. He'd barely slept, his mind too active with plans and contingencies.
But there was no time to dwell on exhaustion.
Today was about preparation.
The day unfolded in a blur of activity.
First, they gathered the explosives.
Tatehan and Lyra met with the tech division in one of the lower levels of the base, a workshop filled with tools, components, and half-assembled devices. The lead engineer, a wiry man named Torvan, showed them the prototype bombs.
They were tiny (no bigger than a marble) and almost perfectly spherical. Each one was coated in a matte black material that absorbed light, making them nearly invisible against dark backgrounds.
