The case review is heated, the discussions are getting louder. You step next to Soap to get a better look at the photos, leaning halfway over him, your shirt riding up slightly. Your stomach is visible, soft in shape but clearly taut, your arms strong as you brace yourself against the table.

“Hold on” you say in your raspier voice, cutting through the babble. “You’re missing the timing window.” You tap on the times in the file.

Soap looks first at the documents, then briefly at you. "She's right" he says, grinning.