"How about we go back to the compound for some more drinks!?" said Clint. "They're all gonna be on me!"
"Free drinks? Sure," said Ace, very much liking the idea of anything free.
"Sounds good to me," said Stella.
"How about you?" Tox asked Aldrich, her body language a bit shy. "Are you free any?"
Aldrich put a hand to the side of his temple, receiving information from the Grave Ward in Desmond's base. "No, looks like I'm busy. When we get back, I have some things to tend to."
Before Tox could respond, Clint butted in. "Haha, a busy man, aren't ya? Well I don't mind, gotta respect the grind. Here, I'll give y'all and express ride back to the compound in my baby!"
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What ended up happening was that Clint's car did not work anymore due to suffering damage, so Clint created the brilliant solution of going under his car and carrying it. He sprinted back to the compound with the car over his head, his legs empowered with additional muscle.
