The war room was busy tonight, with people organising missions and patrols. April’s voice rang out clear and firm over the general murmur of other voices as she coordinated the various efforts. Michelangelo was beside her, leaning against the map table as he examined his particular patrol route for the night. He exchanged a few quiet words with April, who replied in kind, gesturing at the map and nodding.
That settled, Mike gave her a teasing salute and headed out of the war room, the door swinging shut behind him and cutting off the murmur of voices. He took a moment to lean back against the wall and take a deep breath, then let it out slowly as he gathered his thoughts and focused on his upcoming patrol.