Iowa took off his helmet put it under his arm and tapped North on the shoulder, [b]“I know just what you need, give me a minute,”[/b] Iowa rushed to his room and grabbed a bottle containing a transparent brown liquid. And grabbed a few glasses. He returned to the group and presented the bottle to north. [b]“This is Tehran Whiskey one of the last in the galaxy. I got it with my squad in new Mombasa, I’d rather not tell you the price”[/b] he said sarcastically.  [b]“It’s something like 150 years old, I've been saving it for special occasion, I hope this counts.”[/b] Iowa moved to the canteen and grabbed himself a sandwich and sat down pouring himself a glass leaving the bottle open for the others.