"Right... so I'll go to Iceland with... the hungry guy with the robot. Joe, eh? Matt, you up for hunting down this world's Calley Corp? Take a couple of handguns, and here's my brother's PDA." Joel handed Matt the PDA, and took the duffel bag after Matt removed a pistol.
"Joe, we should take your robot thing to Massachusetts, drop Matt off, then continue to Iceland." Joel continued.
"Oh, and be safe with the radiation, and make sure no African mercs follow you. If my brother, or Matt, get killed in a shootout at the Calley labs, I swear I will flip the fuck out and kill you."