Mira marked the vulnerable section before Bram asked for it.
The route crossed a service bridge used by a small maintenance crew. Her people could bring the relatives to one end and meet them beyond the other, but the bridge itself offered little cover and no second vehicle approach. A damage inspection had narrowed its use to light passage. If someone blocked either end, there would be no quick turn.
“You called it an extraction,” Bram said.
“It is. It isn’t a guarantee.”
He appreciated the plain answer and resented how much that appreciation weakened his anger. She had brought real information, not a painted line through danger. The sketch included a waiting place, a driver who had agreed to the first section, and a finite interval when the maintenance crossing would remain open. She had not yet committed anyone to carry a heavy load they could not manage.
“Can the neighbor come?”
“Not in the vehicle as planned. I would need to know their needs.”
“They aren’t mine to disclose.”
