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“Alarm lines, here, here, and here.” Kee’s finger indicated points along the three fire roads nearest the black olive slice she’d let fall on the map, at exactly the point where the attack on Steve’s drone had originated. In the lantern light it looked more like an evil eye than a target point.
Carly noted that Kee made no notations on the map. Nothing written, nothing where others would see it. Maybe Kee remembered the shape for fortifications the way Carly could remember the shape of a fire. She tried thinking of it that way and found it easier. Burn lines, here and here.
“Trip alarms on deer trails,” she ticked off six more places. “I expect the same pattern around the north, but I didn’t waste the time checking.”
Henderson nodded.
“MRUD line starts at two hundred meters out.”
