The room smelled of stale blood and vomit. The man's face was scrunched in disgust, his arm over his nose. He stepped out, the stench gagging him.
Behind him, the woman stepped out, removing the nose cover she had on. She spat on the ground, and the two shut their eyes, faces upwards to the sky as they took in the fresh air.
"You're here again. Tell me you have good news," she said.
The man glanced at her. "Good news? I hoped you'd give me some," he grunted out, turning to look at her.
The woman's eyes narrowed at this, frustration creeping up her spine. "You mean to tell me you do not bring good news? Do you intend to waste my time?" she sneered irritably.
The man's eyes narrowed. "We took over a hundred this week. Do not provoke me," he gritted out through clenched teeth.
