Green Arrow Canary Novels & Stories

Smelled like actual beef. Maya had not asked her to elaborate. She did not ask today. Instead, she stood at the map with three markers. Red for cleared. Yellow for unknown. Black for avoid. Six blocks east of the cannery, she added a grey mark. Small. Almost nothing. The map looked at her with the quiet accusation of paper that had just been told a secret. LUS pulsed. That color is not on the key. “No.” Should I add it? “No.” What does grey mean?

From green. To flashing red.