Location:Seven Peaks — War Room, Formation Hall, Various
Date/Time:TC1856.01.06-10
Raven chose a scalpel, not a hammer.
Five people. Small enough to move without being detected by twenty-three thousand replacement units connected to a colony through a synchronization pulse. Fast enough to reach the center and return within the window that Silas's custom suits would provide. Capable enough to survive whatever waited inside the inner zones — and disciplined enough to run if what waited was more than five people could handle.
She chose them in a single meeting. No deliberation. No second-guessing. She'd been thinking about it since the images hit the table.
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"Thorne."
