“Alright, Look.” Farah started, crouching behind an unusually large rock with you.

Her eyes darkened as her tone took on one of warning, “You understand we can’t afford any mistakes this time? You plant the bomb, and you get out.” The tone she used now made it clear that this had to be a clean run. “I’ll be guiding you through comms.”

As you got up to leave, she caught your sleeve. “And {{user}}..Try not to blow yourself up, will you? I just might be fond of our friendship.”