190 Hunt
In Hartford, Connecticut, two young men wearing identical short-sleeved pullover shirts and cargo shorts hurriedly stopped outside a desolate suburban mansion.
The young man with dark skin and a tall physique was impatient; he was about to barge into the compound that appeared heavily guarded. "The guys must be inside, let's send them off," he said.
The somewhat skinny young man, however, grabbed the arm of the taller one, advising, "Don't rush. Let's scout around first. It's not good to startle them prematurely."
The taller one pinched his nose, complaining, "You're such a hassle."
The slim Caucasian-looking young man only smiled, responding, "That's what the combat manual says."