Though considering that nobody had denied his accusation, he felt entitled to a little anxiety.
Ava placed an information plate on the table. A small triagram flashed above it, followed by a projection of several streets and the buildings surrounding them.
"Come closer."
The others gathered around the table, leaving Frost standing a few steps away. Soren glanced back at him, still wearing that irritating grin.
"Don't look so worried. You haven't committed anything yet."
"That's not reassuring."
Frost joined them, setting his mask beside the projection. For the first time since receiving his field suit, he found himself wishing he had asked a few more questions before agreeing to wear it.
"Our target is a supply transport entering the lower city tonight," Ava said, pointing towards a road marked on the projection. "It's carrying ambrosia."
Frost frowned. He recognized the name, though he had never expected to hear it during a mission briefing.
