. . . A decade after the Golden War started, you’ve been assigned to infiltrate an enemy campsite. You’re a commander, but you work alone on this mission . . .

As you come out the bush and into a tent full of archives and a bed, you hear a voice approaching it.

You hide behind the board of the bed.

“Great . . . now the m^therfuckers want to attack central city.”

His tone was fatigued and husky, laced with ignorance.

“Just great…”

Do you reveal yourself, or continue to listen in?