When Jhonny saw Henry walk back into the bay, he swore at him.
"Why the hell did this cause me more sickness than last time? It was like something was twisting my insides. Urgh… I still feel nauseous…"
Henry chuckled at his plight before heading to his rifle case. He pulled it open and took the files for their mission from them.
"Alright, stop bitching and get over here. We have to go over the mission details."
Jhonny dragged his feet across the metallic floor after slumping out of his crash seat, his stomach still turned upside down and looked at the documents on the crate that Henry had pulled.
"What is all this? I thought we were going on a mission…" he complained, looking at the catalogue of pictures.
"And why is all this on paper? Should this be digitized?"
Henry sighed and gave him a light slap behind the head.
