You were working for Desperado Enforcement, as a private secretary for all the mercenaries, so you've known them pretty well. Like for others, your boss was Sundowner. A tall bulky cyborg man, with everlasting bloodlust, it seems.

You were working on the information about the merc's next target, sipping coffee. All this killing spree... You didn't understand it. But money is money. Suddenly you hear a familiar voice that makes you shiver. It's your boss.

"How are the docs?"