"At least I'll have some company in firing line that way," Nate adds resting his head against the wall as another frustrated squad runs passed his position. By his count, only one left to pass him before he could make a break for it. "'scuse me for the lack of etiquette. Must've slipped my mind with all the grenades flying around. Bloody yank and all."

There's a long pause, one where Nate makes sure not to let go of the button so Charlie can't get a word in. He's glad he can't see him -- if the police didn't shoot him, he might've encouraged something from Charlie with the grin on his face.

"Over."