[i]"To the fact that I get a paycheck for making sure no Imperial citizen dies in such ridiculous circumstances."[/i] The woman finally reached him. She was tall, about six feet in height, clad in her Scion carapace armour. Her helmet faceplate descended straight down her face, hiding her identity. Her arms were crossed, and she had her Tempestor coat hanged over her shoulders. Her hell pistol was holstered, but she wore her power claws. [i]"Now comes the fatal question. What are you two bloody stupid mongrels doing?"[/i]