RV Camp Outpost Inspection

Dinner at the golf course outpost passed in high spirits.

Although the guys hadn't been drinking, while the night had yet to fade, they gathered on the golf course, marked out a baseball diamond, and happily played several rounds of baseball.

Even Gavin joined in, taking a few turns at bat and pitching several times.

But—he was a little too strong once he got on the field, so after only a few rounds, the guys shoved him aside to keep resting—

In any case, after exercising for a while, the guys all began to rest.

Only Gavin remained in his tent, recording something.

Whether it was the terrain advantages of the four outposts they had already passed, the directions from which danger might come, or an analysis of the pros and cons of the dozens of outposts they would pass in the future.

And how the current route ought to be fine-tuned from the overall plan down to the smallest details.

All of these countless issues lingered stubbornly in Gavin's mind.

After working continuously for several hours, Gavin glanced at his watch.

His watch had long since changed from the Patek Philippe he used to wear to a military-grade multifunction model.

The one he wore now had even been given to him by Edward—the same model used by SEAL Team Six commanders.

After checking the time, Gavin took a breath, picked up a bottle of cola, opened it, and took a hard gulp.

Because it was already one twenty in the morning!

After the icy cola cleared away some of his drowsiness, Gavin stood up from the small table and stretched his arms a couple of times.

Then he pushed aside the tent flap and strode outside.

At the entrance, the soldier standing guard shook his head and spoke to