Mirella took the group to a smaller room beside the training courtyard. It was not an elegant room. It was functional, with a rectangular table in the center, a map pinned to the wall, enough chairs for almost everyone, and a blackboard with names, routes, and times written in pale chalk. There was also a simple model of Bramford, made from wooden pieces, showing the port, the warehouse district, the commercial street, the administrative headquarters, and a more distant neighborhood near the cliffs. Victor looked at it and already understood that the mission was not just going in, hitting someone, and leaving.
