City A, Country X, 02:30;
Cautiously, the Hybrid sneaked into the Hotel's private suite, clothed in the attire of a waiter. He had to confirm the authenticity of their informer's lead before making a move. Hybrids, of all the soldiers, couldn't afford to shoot in the dark and endanger a civilian's life, based on nothing but a hunch. Recklessness, in their field of work, had the ability to put the entire nation in a state of uproar. And the one thing that the nation's Army carried around oh-so-proudly as a badge, was the trust their country's citizens held for them. Hence, in no way could the Hybrids allow the public to feel insecure by their bare presence.
As he walked into the huge yet dim-lit room, instinctively, the first thing he did was to figure out the number of people in there. Around twenty. Easy, he scoffed to himself. Then, his gaze landed upon the man sitting on the bed, the twenty men facing him. Neil.
