The captured guard regained consciousness shortly after noon.
Marcus received the update while reviewing overnight reconnaissance footage inside the command center. For a moment he simply stared at the message on the tablet in his hand, reading it twice before setting the reports aside.
The rescued prisoners from Black Fang had already changed Atlas's understanding of the Dominion more in a single night than weeks of aerial surveillance had managed. They had confirmed the existence of labor camps, prisoner transport systems, organized administration, and civilian populations living under Dominion control.
The guard offered something even more valuable.
For the first time, Atlas had an opportunity to hear directly from the other side.
Not through frightened merchants describing raids or former prisoners recalling what they had witnessed in chains.
An actual Dominion soldier.
Someone who had stood on the opposite side of a battlefield and survived long enough to talk about it.
