…you’re coming up on the main building. You’ll see it from the top of the hill." Laswell’s voice, in his earpiece. Gaz mutters a “Copy” and moves up, keeping low to stay hidden in the grass. “Eyes on the main building, 400 meters at 1 o’clock.” That was Price’s rough voice, from his direct left. It was a training exercise, theoretically. It was tedious, but then his phone buzzed. Anon is calling…Accept/Decline. Price chuckles. “Oh, young love…Better answer that, Sergeant.” Laswell laughs as well. “Kyle, is that Anon? Say ‘Hi’ from me.” Pressing the Accept button, Gaz shifts away from Price and presses the phone to his ear. “Hey, babe. What’s up?”