"This got to be the dumbest briefing I've ever read in my life. And look, I was in the invasion of Russia in 2033!" Nako complained, for the fifth time that night, after finishing his twentieth cigarette of the day. 

The mercenary wasn't in a good mood and Lessa, standing beside him, wished her colleague wasn't armed with a submachine gun with enough ammo to kill an army of Trolls. At least not when all she had was an old Remington and a bunch of combat spells that she sure wouldn't have time to cast if the mercenary decided to freak out like he did from time to time. 

"Shut up and do the job. The payment is good enough for us to do this without questioning the employer." Yono replied without taking his attention away from the blueprints and codes passing through his augmented reality lens.

The hacker took one last look at his cell phone screen, and a slight nod made his companions understand that the mission was about to begin.

He pointed to a very small and crapy restaurant on the street, they were looking from the top of a building.

"We're being told that underneath that stupid restaurant the guys serve ramen and fortune cookies and at the end of the shift feed a prototype Godzilla that lives right under the population of New Tokyo."

"Doesn't that sound funny to you?" Nako questioned the Hacker.

"I thought those biscuits were china stuff." Lessa commented.

"No they are not." The mercenary snapped.

Yono put the cell phone in the pocket of his white jacket and answered.

"Listen, for what they're paying us, I wouldn't ask questions even if I was told Ultraman was sleeping with your mother. Now stop crying like a rookie and let's get this over with. According to our dear employer, we have twenty minutes before the world ends, and we're not the only ones coming to invade this place."