"Josh. Josh? Yo!"
"Huh?"
"Dude, get your head in the game! We have no idea what we're gonna run into down there."
Private Jack Sanders was my jump mate for Operation Hollow Storm. He was also a colossal prick. Truth be told, I didn't have to like the guy. As long as he had my back and didn't get himself killed, I was fine. I couldn't blame him for enforcing the same policy. I had been staring off into space for the past few minutes.
Honestly, it was the lightheadedness from the cigarette I'd lit a few minutes prior. I understood where he was coming from but part of me still wanted to slap the guy. After the long ass firefight we'd just survived through, he was really asking me that? I ignored it entirely as I passed him the cigarette, blew out a cloud of smoke, and slid on my Variant 3 combat helmet.
"Shut up Sanders," I finally said, stepping into the Grindlift.