It was early in the morning. Outside, the sky was a dark, greyish blue. The sun hadn't showed itself yet; but it wouldn't take long anymore.
Amaro stood next to a window, back against the wall, scanning through some sort of notebook. His expression was neutral, and he merely read through what was in there without showing any sort of reaction.
.. Three more months. He though. Three more months, and there's not even a solid plan yet.. I really have to start thinking about something.
He didn't believe many mercs were up yet, but just in case, he remained alert for anyone entering the room -- If anything, the notebook was to be kept a secret. It contained certain.. important information. Information that the others shouldn't see, anyway.