Hendrik did not dignify that with an answer.
He only looked between them with the long-suffering expression of a man who had spent years managing dominant alphas, court politics, infected beasts, and now Dean's private war against terminology.
"The convoy leaves in eight," he said. "West gate first. Then south, north, and central ridge."
Dean looked at the tablet again. "And the other teams?"
"Already moving."
Across the operation map, the field unfolded in layered routes and disciplined colors.
South marked Saha's position.
