"Doesn't matter, they're all dead and we didn't see any transmissions going out," said a man, I didn't even see him join us.
"Marcus, this is Denver, good friend of mine from another life," Dad said to me.
"Good to meet you, thank you for helping me," I replied, shaking his hand.
"Your Dad saved me more times than I can count. Is one less I owe him," he said with a laugh.
"You know I didn't keep score. Same team, all that mattered," replied Dad.
"Whatever, I'll still owe you one when we bust out of hell together, man," laughed Denver.
"And when your Dad says 'good friend', that means brother to other mortals. Still clear, no drones or anything. They clearly got sloppy if it was really Ramirez that sent them," said another man who seemed to appear from nowhere.
"This is another good
