Deck was leaning against the ramp of the ship they were to be traveling in and infiltrate the Plague cruiser. But nobody was here. Only the workman were shifting crates around the Dock.
He pulled up his wrist to check the time - one of the many features of his mechanised gauntlet. They were 20 minutes late.
He breathed a heavy sigh. "If I weren't monitored, I would have figured out a way to weasle out of this mission..." he looked at the time again, out of impatience. "What the heck are they doing?"