After returning to the safe house, Rudy sat down on the couch. He kept the lights off, simply scrolling on his phone. The safehouse was safe. What would it be if it wasn't, and armed to the teeth. He didn't have much worry. If he needed to, he could escape in the car just feet away from himself.

He only wondered how long it would take for his fellow soldiers to get back. The team was after the missiles, while Rudy was on his lonesome. He wished them luck silently, taking a few strides around the safehouse.

He was easily becoming bored, unsure of what to do, and no amount of internet could distract the worry his mind from his brothers in arms. He sat back down on the couch, cleaning off his submachine gun with a spare rag.