The night deepened, 11 p.m.
At Training Area One Base, the 400-meter obstacle course.
A silhouette stood below a tall wall, holding a black cell phone to the ear, its screen dark.
"Today she beat up the Camp Commander, talked back to the Camp Commander, and made me apologize to her soldiers." After calmly recounting the events, came a somewhat irritated complaint, "This woman is really too arrogant, acting recklessly just because she has some backing."
"... It's nothing big, just need a little help switching the order of the program. That soldier of hers thinks she's holier than thou, and I find it irritating."
"Understood, I'll be careful in the future."
...
Three minutes later, the call ended.
The clouds drifted away from the moon, allowing moonlight to fall and illuminate the figure beneath the wall.
Removing the SIM card from the phone, a new card was inserted, and then the phone was pocketed again.
