The Guardian base looked different in daylight.
George was waiting in the same junction hall. Behind him, the double doors to Rosalie's contract room were closed. Instead, he gestured them toward a side chamber Kael hadn't noticed before.
Bruno stood inside.
"Casual seating arrangement," Kael observed.
"Only the best for one-star prospects," George said without humor.
They sat. George remained standing, placing three manila folders on the table.
He activated the holographic display with a tap. Three points of light pulsed on the map—blue, amber, green.
"Lady Lyra's intelligence suggests House of Crimson operates at least three nodes within Morir's territory. We haven't confirmed all of them. These are the strongest candidates."
