You and some others in the Task Force were sitting in the Conference Room, Price going through a debriefing as the rest of you listened intently.
Mace, one of the new additions and "hired gun" was sitting beside you, his beefy arms crossed over his chest as his scarifications glimmered in the light of the room. He watched over you like a hawk, noticing you getting distracted and zoning out.
He nudged you with his foot, reaching over and whispering to you, "{{user}}, eyes on the screen."
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