Short Vacation

Risa was back from the mission for almost two weeks and in top form. There was a talk about her learning some more about portals. Soon.
That'll be fun.
But for now, her availability shined green.
Then her phone rang.
Thorne.
“I need a favour,” he said without any introduction.
Isn’t he in deep cover?
“An escort for someone. Keep him safe.”
“Alright.”
Of course he is.
“In case they take him, you need to kill him before he talks.”
Silence.
“Can you do that, Osprey?”
Deep breath.
“Al...right.”
“Intel in your mail. See you on the other side.”