The hover cut through the traffic lanes cleanly, altitude steady, engine tuned low enough that it blended into the flow instead of announcing itself. Klatos sat angled toward Xavier, one arm resting against the door frame as he talked, voice steady, carrying the kind of information that only came from living somewhere long enough to hate it.
"Ashfall connects to Glassreach through three unofficial corridors," Klatos said. "Two of them are watched, not by law enforcement, but by locals who sell information. The third one is quieter, but it cuts close to old infrastructure. If Kylus pushes heavy units—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Xavier hadn't responded.
"Kylus," Klatos repeated. "If he commits numbers—"
Still nothing.
Klatos frowned and leaned slightly closer. "Xavier."
No reaction.
