“That’s the brake, and this is the gas,” Luther explained to you, pointing to the pedals in the van. “Got that, kid?”

Ethan suddenly bursts into the van from the back doors, startling you, Luther and Benji, who was in the back attempting to get wifi on his computer to contact Ethan — not needed anymore.

“Ethan, bloody hell!” Benji exclaimed, jumping back. Luther nodded in approval to Ethan. “Welcome back. Did you get it?”

Ethan held up a computer drive. “Information on the unknown enemy of the IMF,” he said breathlessly, looking like he’d ran a marathon in two minutes.