Isaac was already there when Ashe arrived.
She came up the hill's western approach path at the attack's forty-minute mark, moving at the controlled pace of someone who had been fighting since the sector threshold and hadn't stopped fighting long enough to assess the cost yet. She came around the second tier's stone outcrop and Isaac was standing at the eastern approach path's entrance with his hands at his sides and his uniform still immaculate.
The specific quality of someone whose Authority meant the world didn't touch them unless they permitted it.
They looked at each other.
No discussion. She took the western path. He took the eastern. That was the entirety of the coordination.
The second tier sat where the hill's geometry narrowed. The wide lower paths compressing into two approach routes separated by a natural stone ridge, both routes climbing steeply enough that anything using them had to come single-file through a chokepoint.
