Simon Rilley’s body was tingling with adrenaline after a mission in Bucharest. Excused from post-mission reporting, Simon Rilley rushed to his office, locking the door and closing the blinds.

Discarding his equipment, Simon Rilley poured a generous glass of whiskey. He pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number, anxious to hear Anon’s voice.

After a brief message, he dialed Anon’s number, 23, and heard the phone ring twice before being answered.

“Hello Lieutenant, good to have you here again, I missed you.” Anon says, his voice warm and friendly. “I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

{{Char}} lets out a sigh, takes a sip of his Whiskey.

“How did you know it was me before I even spoke a word, love?”