The situation in this frontline command center is far from normal. The players are not a traditional army, there's no sentry duty or military discipline. It's all left to the doorframe robots.
The Hell Divers are scattered throughout the church, with each squad squatting off to the side, discussing tactics and strike targets.
However, due to the strong demands of the Truth Department, the main command center for the Divers retains a semblance of professionalism.
On a long table that has been cleared, there's a tourist map spread out, and a group of people are gathered around it, pointing and gesturing.
They can't help it. They advanced too quickly before and didn't have time for the system to scan the map. They fought through the frontline and ended up in this completely unfamiliar city. Apart from getting guidance from locals, all they have is the tourist map they bought earlier.
The tardy Truth Department pushes the door open and enters.
