Even the simplest things were screwed up, now. Sleep in particular was hard to come by, and was riddled with terror dreams that left him more exhausted than when he’d put his head down to the pillow.
He clenched his fist, feeling the sting where his hand was still bleeding.
Okay, seriously, if it’s still bleeding at this point, you really should go and find a bandage for that.
He’d go after Aisha, lend some assistance, maybe, or make sure that everything was going okay.
Yeah, looks like we’re doing this.
There was no good narrative reason for the map to inform Brian of the next target otherwise. Some okay reasons, sure, but no good ones.