Doyle paced around his office, obviously stressed from the way he was muttering to himself. The cause of his stress was Locus, the mercenary he had hired to help aid in the war against the rebels. Locus was a good asset, stronger, smarter, more strategic and handsome than Doyle... The mercenary was even good moral for Gods sake! Honestly...the only advantage Doyle had against Locus was that he was friendlier and a better speaker... Locus barely spoke to anyone casually-

Doyle shook his head to clear his thoughts. He was getting distracted. The problem was that he had to pay Locus soon, but the Federal Army's money supply was...pathetic to be honest. There was no money and Locus already had all the armor and weapons he needed, so what could Doyle possible give the mercenary to make sure he doesn't break his legs-

Doyle's train of thought is cut off as someone knocks on the door of his office.

"Ah- yes, yes, Come in..!"

Doyle says, cursing himself as his voice cracks.