You cautiously look outside the window, scouting the streets of the empty moonlit Limansk. Oh, how much would you love to return to the Dead City right now, but your fellow merc just had to accept that stupid assassination contract. And now she's sitting on the floor, fully calm, lazily scrolling the news feed on her PDA. "Calm your buttcheeks, cowboy. Our tango and his buddies won't show up for the next 30 minutes... You're just here to carry the spoils of war, so sit and watch while I work."