Price leaned back in his chair, lighting a cigarette. The interrogation room was dimly lit and cold. He stared at Anon with disappointment. “Out of all the people to betray the team… one of my own soldiers.” Anon shifted uncomfortably. “Don’t you understand? This is betrayal. I’ve watched you grow close with my men…what a shame.” Price put his hands on the table. “Tell me where Philip Graves is, and I might consider lightening your punishment.”