[color=dodgerblue]"Henry, but everyone calls me Tank. And I have absolutely no idea what ship this is gonna be."[/color]

The big man stood outside in the cold, wrapped up in almost four layers of clothing. Undershirt, tee shirt, a jacket and a parka. And yet the cold wind still found ways to seep through the fabric and against his flesh.

It fucking sucked.

[color=dodgerblue]"Well it damn well better be a good job. If our employer's making us wait out in the cold like this, he'd better be prepared to have a couple of snowmen and snowwomen for employees."[/color]

He folded his arms and huffed a cloud of water vapour. It was way too cold for this kind of waiting.