"I'll take one," said Shelton, coming up behind the others and sitting down.
"A cigarette?" said Sgt. Masters, surprised. He took his pack back out and gave him one. "You smoke?"
"Do now." Shelton lit it up right in front of everyone and took a puff. "Excuse me," he said, squeezing in between PFC Reynolds and Neville. Pushing all the food out of his way, he unrolled a large map of the forest outside Culeston and laid it on the table.
"Right. First of all I'd like to apologize for not having this done sooner. I've been letting myself get distracted instead of doing my job, which is finding us a viable way to get our small army entirely into Lab 101. I can assure you it won't happen again."
He took another puff on his cigarette. "The Dragonstorm occupied area of the forest is mainly around...here," he started, drawing a large trapezoid in the middle of the forest. "Primary entrance in the front, secondary entrance in the back, most of the adjacent forest is filled with lab stations and tents.
"Lookout posts are here, here, here, and here," he continued, burning small holes with his cigarette in each of the trapezoid's corners. "They see us, we're dead before we've even started. That's why we're not going in all at once."