The next morning began with routine drills in the courtyard—push-ups, target practice with old AK-47s, running laps under the rising sun. Meera participated quietly, keeping her movements average, never outshining the young recruits. Faisal watched from the shade of the tin roof, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

By afternoon the heat became unbearable. Faisal called her aside again—this time to a small shaded room used for planning. Maps and satellite photos were spread on a low table. A single chair for him. A cushion for her.