It was a warm day, as warm as it gets in Cape Hope exterior. Jason stood there in a black jacket, near his personal gunboat, the OCV-Ammut, arms crossed, tapping his foot in expectation.
"Where are those two?! Ten more minutes and I'm leaving without them!" [color=#FFFFFF]- He thought
Almost the whole crew of the Ammut was accounted for, but two of the most valuable additions were missing. He took a deep sigh, and lit a cigarette to kill the time while waiting.
As soon as he lit it, he spotted two familiar figures walking confidently towards him. He waved to them and put out his cigarette grudging manner...
Strom came walking towards Jason... a busy look on his face, a mirror on his hand, checking himself out.
He had a silly look about him, all kinds of medals were attached to his black uniform... Also a crimson cape, hanging down from his right side...
"Mr. Cox, sorry that I had to keep you waiting for so long... You see, I couldn't decide if I should dress this cape left or right...
What do you think, is this better?" Moves the cape to his left side... "Or this?"
It was obvious that this was a matter of great importance for Strom, as his confidence in himself and his heroic looks would define the outcome of this mission.
Strom was ready to rock!
Hair...check. Moustache...check. Fingernails...check. Shoes... check. Medals...check. Red cape...check. Zipper...not check...
