It was just another ordinary day for Mac. He put on his grey jumpsuit one leg at a time. He brushed his teeth and looked up at his balding head. He shrugged before going into the kitchen and got a couple of Dr. Peppers from the fridge.
He then walked into the main hanger and looked down at the two men passed out against the floor. He kicked the nearest one to see if he was still alive.
John stirred, his fingers twitching slightly. He struggled to open his eyes. He could feel a cold floor underneath him, but didn't recognise it. Had he been kidnapped again?
Mac sat the Dr. Pepper down next to the man as he blinked his eyes open and began to sat up.
He opened his mouth, "Wh-"
"Yes, yes I know," Mac shook his head, "Where are you."
"No," the man shook his head before shooting up and dusting off his suit, "Well, yeah that, but I was really going to ask is why i'm in such a filthy place. Do you ever clean your floors?"
John had been told many times that first impressions mattered. Just from watching this man and hearing the way he spoke, he knew they weren't exactly going to get along.