Kaze sighed, a thick black smoke erupting from his maw as he paced the room slowly. Each step sending a minor reverberation through the metallic enclosure. His black features lit up briefly as he took a drag from what could only be the king of all cigars, and yet it looked like a cigarette compared to him. He had been one of, if not the first, to arrive in the waiting room. Despite his age he wasn't very patient when it came to getting briefed on the job.

The Federation had tried to offer him so many things to get his experienced butt on board with their job. It had amused him endlessly as he shot down each offer. He didn't need money, he didn't need new gadgets, they had even offered women. Which was tempting but still didn't work. All he wanted was to meet with Samus Aran again. Her spunkiness and defiant mindset had been a breath of fresh air. He also wanted to know how she rolled up into that damned ball, one of the greatest mysteries of the galaxy if you asked him.

The shock the recruited had on his face had been utterly priceless since when he was hired he didn't move for less than eight digits. He had been at this for some time after all and the jobs he took were essentially suicide missions. But he shook those thoughts from his head. [color=red]"People sure are taking their time..."[/color] He grumbled out. His voice was unsurprisingly deep but it sounded like three people were talking at once in perfect synchronization.