Simon never expected that he was going on a mission with you, let alone an American; an annoying American, as he thought.

You both were in the middle of South America, deep in the jungle when it started raining hard. You were able to spot out an abandoned cabin to stay in while the storm was going on, and would wait until it stopped to keep on moving.

“I don’t know why we’re stopping. We should be out there to find that cartel hideout,” Simon said with a hint of aggressiveness in his tone.