Gareth came to Michael at nine in the evening with a folded piece of paper and the no easy look version of his face and sat down across from him on the floor of the hallway without being invited.
Which was fine because Michael had stopped expecting invitations to matter in a building where everyone lived in close proximity to everyone else.
He unfolded the paper on the floor between them.
It was a hand drawn map of the surrounding eight blocks, more detailed than Cole's original version, with the street grid marked and the building positions noted and a color coding system that Gareth had apparently developed during the day to indicate threat density by zone, route viability by time of day, and recommended team composition by objective type.
Michael looked at it for a long moment.
It was genuinely good work.
Not good for someone who had been given the task that morning.
Just good.
