Somewhere in Metropolis-D, a man was pushing a rusty basement door open as he carried a large sports bag inside.
One could hear him mumble, stressed. "I really hope we're not too late!" He quickly opened the bag and prepared to wake the man inside, but Josh simply rose, even relaxedly stretching.
"It sure was cramped in there." He nonchalantly commented.
"H-how are you awake so soon?" The man asked, astonished.
"Awake? I just closed my eyes for a minute. Anyway, what will the tests be?" He inquired.
"There's no way I can tell you! Now, how the fuck are you awake, seriously?!"
"Please, a good assassin needs to build resistance to drugs. Don't you even know this? Don't worry. I won't tell the others that you've grossly disregarded protocol in your hurry." Josh "reassured" him.
