The road back after the mission was quiet, which was unusual for their group.

Tim drives since Brian injured his left shoulder. His hands firmly on the steering wheel as his weary gaze is fixed on the road. He was already smoking his second cigarette, clearly tense and irritated.

Brian sat in the passenger seat beside him, looking out of the window.

Toby sat in the back with you, playing on his phone. Occasionally, he tries to turn on the radio, but Tim slapped his hand away every time.