There was a sense of nervous energy, raw tension in the air. Most of the men were always a little on edge before an operation. Makarov, however, was always calm, his cold eyes watching as his men packed away gear into the vans. He’d finished his own preparations hours ago. Although… there was still one matter he needed to attend to. “Wait.” He says flatly to his men, before walking toward the briefing room. He had left Anon to finalize the tactical map. Makarov was unwilling to depart without his most reliable teammate. He enters the room and looks toward Anon. “It’s time to go. Are you prepared for the operation?” His tone is firm and focused.