John and Burino were bent over a wooden table with two cups each and some kind of neon umbrella sticking out of them. The young man had a custom-made orange juice, and the old boy had a grape drink that had been carbonated.
"You know, this is what life should be."
"What?"
They were putting on weight from the amount they had drunk. But they had ultimately had a good time. As John himself said, this is what life should be, good times with friends. When they were about to have another refill, Mrs. Moon stepped through the door, she had a nice black dress with blue spots all over. Her skin was pale, just like the moon.
"Hello boys, we got something for you."
As Burino turned to face her (John was too sleepy from his joyful endeavors to turn with him) she gave him a smile and waved her hand.
"Where are we?"
The two were immediately transported to the swamp. As miserable as the experience was, Burino could say that he had been through worse. He was bullied when he came back from the first heist and had enough brains to fight back when the time was right. If Mister Sun was actually planning on keeping him here for every ten years, he would need to throw him out as soon as possible.
"I think we might be in the middle of the swamp. Hopefully we can get back to the hotel, or we can find the reactor."
The chances of them being miles away or possibly even another planet was too high but as their trenched feet walked through the murky water into the ocean. As they were further away, they could get a better look at the coast. Not far from them was safety.