Here they were. In the middle of the woods; in the middle of nature. Not the kind of nature Julius kept on his estate - oh, no. Nothing even close as orderly as that.
This? This was something different. This was the 'real deal'.
This, ladies and gentlemen, was: Nature! The Great Outdoors!
The kind with wild animals roaming around; and with worms under the ground, bugs on the ground and birds in the trees. All of them purging and producing waste at the same time. Medium waste, tiny waste, barely-visible-to-the-eye waste but it was waste nonetheless.
Jamie tried not to think of himself as being surrounded by feces and dirt and bacteria and filth and germs and-
Stop. Now.
He stood there, not touching anything and waiting for the others to get ready. He was not mentally scratching that itch on the back of his neck, his hand did not want to twitch and grab the next bottle of sanitiser it could get.
Oh, yeah, National Security was the epitome of being relaxed and ready to have some fun.