Two kilometers was not a comfortable margin, and whoever had given the Vel-Thak a bearing on the settlement's location had done so recently enough that the tracking units had not yet had time to close it.
That was the only good news in the immediate situation. Max extracted it, noted it, and moved on to the rest.
He sat with the Ghost's feed running and ran the source analysis in the seven minutes he could afford before the analysis had to produce a result and the result had to become a plan. Seven minutes was sufficient. He had built his professional life on the ability to read arrangements quickly and the skill did not require comfortable conditions to function.
