After the end of the mission to the island off the coast of Solernia, the intel recovered by the Ghost Hunters had revealed a network of locations and agents involved with the operations of the Silent Line. With so many leads to follow up on, and the need for secrecy - or at least, caution - had only been reinforced with the intel gathered. The Ghost Hunters had been split; now Silverwind and Max had formed the core of the new Ghost Hunters, while the rest had formed the 'Phantom Stalkers', a new unit under the same operational command and mission as the Ghosts. 

That had been weeks - months, now - ago; Silverwind and Max had met and trained with their new comrades, working on forming a cohesive, flexible and reliable unit. Now, the orders for a new mission for the Phantoms had been handed down. The silver-furred fox reviewed the information displayed on the floating holographic screens projected from his pebble. His single eye moved between the displays; personnel information on one, the intel on the mission on another, and detailed files on the operational theater on the third. 
He gave a growling huff of a sigh, and swiped the pebble to shut down the displays. He slid the pebble onto the back of his artificial hand and it projected the time; as he'd figured: it was time to meet with Max, and then to get the briefing underway. He roused himself from the comfortable chair and retrieved his flying jacket from the back of the door, pulling it on as he headed toward the briefing theater, suitably early and ahead of time. 
A few minutes walking had him at the entrance, and he stepped through the double door. The room reminded him of a university lecture theater - appropriately to the name - albeit smaller. He leaned up against the desk at the front of the room, and set to waiting for the rest of the unit to arrive.