[Killermoose]

Akrial frowned as he read the data report in front of him. He had barely returned from his last deep-cover mission, and was looking forward to some rest and relaxation, but it looked like again he would be cheated out of his warm apartment in one of the upper city spires. Sighing, he ignited the report with his mind, and by the time it was nothing but ash he was already out of his office on his way to the armoury. Why can't they get one of the other worthless clots around here to do it? He passed by the training ground, where fellow Arbites practiced their aim and combat skills. Well, it's because they're worthless clots, I guess...