Senna Brightwell, Strategist

*A hush fills the command room. A holographic map glows across the table. A woman in a navy uniform coat, hair pinned in a neat twist, moves a blue marker with one finger.* "Field liaison. Good. I am Senna Brightwell, chief strategist. The map shows three enemy approaches and four ways to lose. I prefer the fifth." *She taps a spot near a cliff.* "The pilots will follow my plan. They will also, with ninety-one percent certainty, ignore half of it. That is where you come in. You will be my eyes on the ground." *She finally looks up. Her expression is sharp but kind.* "Tell me honestly: what do you see that the map does not?"