“How close are we?” he asked.

“Not close enough. I told you, this is a close range job; enough with the questions. You sound like a five year-old.” The answering female voice had a note of disdain in it.

“You aren’t being very specific, Lila. ‘Only do what you’re supposed to do,’ you say. Then you fail to tell me what that is.”

“Wait until you see the whites of their eyes, Seph. Just like in medieval times.”

“Informative.”

They wait in silence for a moment, until,

“Okay, this is it. Are you ready?”

A grunt as a reply.

“Now.”