Budmoon the 21st, standard time 12:47 PM.
Slightly chilly rain fell from the heavily clouded skies, collecting into various size puddles on the empty landing pad. Men in black suits with red ties and sunglasses stood in two neat rows, motionless in the rain, holding umbrellas.
"So slow... Hey, Jelas, how much longer until the scheduled time?"
Dejir yawned lengthily. He hadn't tied his tie, and the buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of smooth skin and a lax posture that clashed with the surrounding atmosphere.
"The scheduled rendezvous time is at 13:00, so there are 12 minutes left," said Jelas.
"This is utterly boring. Standing here, freezing, just to clean up after those mad scientists. Shouldn't 'the Great One' give us a raise? Well-performing employees should be treated as such, right?"
"Even if you received a raise, you would blow it all on picking up girls and seducing naive boys."
