"What's going on?"
Harrison Clark leaned forward, eagerly asking.
Freddy first took off his transparent protective helmet, shook off the lava ash inside, and then coughed violently, "Cough, cough, bro...wait...let me rest for a bit, I can't catch my breath."
"Mhm, mhm, mhm."
Harrison Clark nodded repeatedly, feeling a bit sad seeing Freddy in this state.
Unlike Harrison Clark, who looked like a well-maintained man in his thirties, Freddy appeared much older, at least ten years older than Harrison Clark.
He had sparse hair on top of his head, a classic case of male pattern baldness, sunken eye sockets, protruding cheekbones, and dark circles that seemed as permanent as top-notch tattoos. He looked like the quintessential 21st-century programmer, and his metallic protective suit made him resemble a mad scientist even more.
Sometimes, Harrison Clark felt that Freddy was too exhausted and wanted to let him catch a break.
