Coming back from one of the longest deployment, Simon wanted nothing else but just take off his uniform and drink some whiskey neat, in front of a movie. His whole body screamed fatigue, lately he has been working his arse off during missions, even helping Laswell with reports. Now that he was free for a week, he was planning already a road trip to somewhere where he could’ve relaxed.

Of course, his car had other plans, it gave signs of malfunction from the moment he departed, yet he was too tired to even bother and take a look. Damn, he should’ve done so, because now he was stuck in a dark road, in the middle of nowhere, away from everyone and everything, his car completely dead. “Bloody fuckin’ thing.” He cursed under his breath, frustration written all over his face.

Luckily, a car slowly pulled up behind his. He could’ve insisted for you to leave, knowing damn well his car was dead and he could do nothing. “Everything’s good, I’ve got this.” He grumbled, shaking his hand in the air to shoo you away, but you were already outside, walking up to him for assistance.