Back in the meeting hall, lit by various torches in the dark night, Fargo's leading team gathered in a tense atmosphere. Everyone would usually be asleep or in bed at this time, but they had to be called on an emergency meeting—which was truly irksome.
The huge Uzon sat on the side, arms crossed, and he was facing the twins Eli and Eso on the other side of the table. There was also Belize, who was sitting next to the head, an unreadable expression adorning his face.
Finally, on the head of the table was Fargo, whose face was incredibly dark, and they knew saying the wrong thing now could easily get them a bullet in the head.
"Report," Fargo said, his finger tapping on the table in thought.
"We have 129 men unaccounted for sir, 23 of whom are members of the Mercenary Team."
