The room was stark and utilitarian, lit by a single, harsh overhead light. Three men sat in the room, each lost in their own thoughts. They were waiting for the new member to arrive.

Victor sat in the corner, his rifle resting across his lap. He seemed calm and collected, his expression giving away nothing.

Elias was leaning against the wall, idly twirling a knife between his fingers. He had a small smirk on his face.

Dominic was pacing back and forth, his hands clenching and unclenching. He seemed restless and impatient, unable to sit still.

"How much longer is this going to take?" He grumbled, breaking the silence.