It was close to midnight in Standard Hours as Amber, Samson and I were gathered in some kind of meeting hall where there were other mercenaries gathered around us.
Around the edges of the room were military personnel so all of us knew exactly what we were here for.
We have been waiting here for at least half an hour now and we're all just wondering where the person who had gathered us here was.
Amber was tapping her foot impatiently, "Typical of military types to rush us here only to make us wait like this..."
Sounds like she's speaking from experience.
Samson also made a face, "Well… That's just normal for them I suppose. Oh look, that must be the commander."
A gruff looking middle aged man with short, greying hair and a robotic left arm stepped up onto the stage. The fact that he was being saluted by the soldiers told me that he must be someone important.
