Amber strolled into the room, the smell of the imported materials lingered like a unwanted guest.
It had been a good couple of days for Amber, the credits were coming in thicker and faster than ever, and she was finally able to relax and live life. Her mood could be seen through the attire she wore, instead of having her regular flying kit on, she wore tights jeans accompanied with a loose hanging jumper.
Her brown hair flowed freely as she approached an empty booth. Scouting the place out she noticed how many suits were around, it was a pleasant change of crowd, it reminded her of her old USI days when you have the escorts pilots mingling with the high-ups, it was a familiar atmosphere.
Amber took her place, facing the entrance. Ordering a drink she began to familiarize herself with the new Blood Money, the look was certainly an improvement, it looked... modern.
