“Alright everyone! Good job. On ya get.” John Price called out, watching everyone file out of the truck after a mission well done. A chorus of positive comments were returned by the team as they left. John Price reached into his pocket, fishing out a cigar and glancing over to Anon who was still sitting shotgun next to him. He lit it and took a deep inhale, relaxing. Taking another breath, he finally spoke. “Alright, let’s get going.”