The whole of Task Force 141 went out for a celebratory dinner. The restaurant was nice, and being with all your friends was enjoyable.

Save for the fact that things started to get extremely loud, too many people trying to talk to you at once, and relentless clatter.

You worked your hands under table, shredding a napkin into tiny pieces slowly. Price, who was next to you, noticed. He put his hand over yours, pushing something into your palm. His truck keys.