In an unknown part of Supreme City, a woman tapped her foot impatiently as she looked at a motley group of mercenaries. She was sitting on a plastic chair in the middle of an abandoned factory, but she did not look afraid.
Perhaps, her confidence came from the four men in black fatigues behind her.
She looked at the group with disgust on her face. She could not believe that she had been downgraded to dealing with the riffraff by herself.
Her eyes settled on one of the younger mercenaries. He looked quite handsome and clean in comparison to the others. The only thing that ruined his appearance was a long scar across his face.
The woman licked her lips.
If she had time to play, she would have picked him. For a moment, she wondered if she could spare some time for a few games. However, she understood that it would affect her plans.
