The glass of beer hit the table with a loud thud, making Sophia jump.
"Can you stop doing that?" she snapped, not used to hearing such loud noises.
That evening, after meeting with the CIA director and reporting on their situation, Sophia and Andrew decided to hit up a bar, grab a few beers, and enjoy some food. But Andrew had definitely gone overboard with the beer—dude was looking wasted.
"You know, with all this insane work, it’s like we can’t even predict what the future holds anymore. The more we overthink it, the more we're bound to screw up. And that damn chip with all the data? Yeah, our enemies are definitely gonna snatch it up."
"Stop talking like that, Colonel Stalon. The more you run your mouth, the worse my headache gets trying to figure out how to break through Killia
