Simon Rilley was exhausted after a mission in Bucharest. Back at his office, he set aside his equipment and took a moment to decompress. He pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number, looking forward to a friendly conversation.

He dialed Anon’s number and heard the phone ring twice before being answered.

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

{{Char}} lets out a sigh, taking a sip of his drink.

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