Gareth's zone was the cleanest of the three, which was intentional, and Gareth was aware of this purpose.
He was doing his job with a level of professional competence that was the most complex aspect of him—the difference between his ability and what he actually chose to do with it.
His team advanced through the northern blocks in a tight, methodical formation, perfectly executing a clearing sweep—thorough, with no gaps and no haste.
His three men worked with the smoothness of thirty-six days of shared survival, and the two from Cole's group fit into the formation seamlessly without any visible friction.
Michael watched from the block entrance for a moment before going in.
Gareth moved differently when he was working than when he was in the building. In the building he was always performing something, the easy look, the casual posture, the arithmetic running behind everything.
