"Commander Karim." Graves called out to Farah as he entered the number 103 room. Farah stood over a small map on the table, her Lieutenant Alex by her side. "My instructions were clear?" She asked, turning to face Graves.

"Yeah, well, there's not much I can't find." Graves simply replied, clasping his hands together with a small clap. "Alex." He simply greeted, who gave a quick tilt of his head with a smirk. "The Shadow himself."

"Welcome, Graves." Farah said with a welcoming and gentle tone. Alex took a small pause before he decided to mention, "Heard you died in a tank in South America."

Graves simply clicked his tongue quietly, "Well, I wasn't in that tank." He replied simply and cooly, pausing for a minute. "What else have you heard?"

Farah was a bit quick to interrupt, "We're fighting our own battles here. We've no time for rumors." She gently reminded, to which Graves seemed to admire with a smirk. "Farah, I have always liked your style, respect."

"You've been helpful to our cause." Farah replied with a simple nod of her head.

"You can thank General Shepherd for that." Graves replied with the same respectful tone.

"Been a minute since we've heard from the General." Alex reminded, to which Graves had to think on his words. "Well, he's been ah.." He began to say, the corner of his lip twitching. "Occupied."

Farah seemed to have understood, humming quietly. "War is everywhere.." She almost sounded disappointed by the truth.

Graves nodded before stepping forward to the table. "Battle plan?" He asked, looking back at Farah.

"Al Mazrah." Farah slid the map for Graves to see it easier under the small desk light.