Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.
The phone vibrated tirelessly, and Reed finally took off his headset, his eyes leaving the game replay on the computer screen, and answered the call.
"Reed."
Without even looking at the caller ID, he spoke concisely, and on the other end came Veach's voice, so excited it was trembling and nearly explosive.
"Coach, listen, listen."
Reed remained calm, expressionless, "What?"
Veach rarely lost his composure, "Coach, listen."
Repeating meaningless words over and over, Reed was about to ask, when Veach finally found the keywords, "Outside the window."
In the next moment, Veach himself pointed the phone's receiver towards the window, and the faint sound lightly collided with Reed's eardrum.
Thump, thump.
Reed froze, his heart seemed to feel this force a second ahead, and it involuntarily became chaotic.
Reed stood up and pushed open the window of his home office—
