His brother’s phone had last pinged two kilometers from that house.
He stared at the screen until his eyes burned. Outside, the distant crump of artillery reminded him that time was a luxury. He reached for his coat. SAS.Planet.Nightly.241213.10698.x64.7z
SAS.Planet was his scalpel. He spent days cross-referencing open-source intelligence—geolocating blurry photos of destroyed bridges, matching tree lines to satellite passes, plotting timestamps from old Telegram videos. The nightly build he just downloaded included a fix for corrupted tile servers; it meant he could finally load high-res imagery of a specific ravine outside Bakhmut. His brother’s phone had last pinged two kilometers