I opened Kendra’s contact on my phone and pressed the green call button.

I logged out of the secure banking portal and closed the laptop.

The metal chair scraped across the plywood floor of the comms office.

A paper cup of stale instant coffee sat by my elbow, going cold under the air vent.

The room was empty apart from a young communications corporal asleep on a canvas cot in the corner.

The diesel generator outside droned steadily against the corrugated metal walls.

My phone buzzed on the table.