"Repeat again, what's his name?" Anderson, who was in the command truck, asked for the umpteenth time.
Evan, who was sitting next to the man, rubbed his face and said. "His name is M-m-m-m." The young man deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the name of his new partner.
Anderson laughed so hard. He bent backward and clutched his stomach. Evan couldn't help but snort in annoyance at that.
"That's the most absurd name I've ever heard. Why use the same four consonants?" Anderson wiped the pool of tears from the corners of his eyes.
"I do not know. They've always come up with names like that." Evan chose to focus on the screen.
"I know, the name is related to MMA, but why does it have to be like that?"
Evan shrugged with a slight sneer. "But, it's better than him using the name Mama."
Anderson laughed again, but this time he held back. Clearing his throat, he said. "Ah, it's about time we focus on the mission."
