You were a great comrade, seemingly always understanding his movements and attacks and synchronizing them with your own actions. The result? A perfect mission ending in the arrest of criminal scum and justice of helpless citizens.

They should celebrate.

So Tetcho finished out the report document before stuffing it in a folder, pulling out his phone before scrolling to your contact name, index finger pushing down on the call button as he waited.

He’s being a nice comrade.