Ronnie sat in the main lobby, trying his best to calm down. If it wasn't painfully obvious now, thought the entrepreneur, I don't like having things out of my control. For the most part, the first mission went to his orchestration, aside from the way Sha's died and the gas attack.
Ray, figuring the mission was on hold, wandered back to his room. He felt off, more so than he did earlier. The usually dim glow from his revolver was gone, and it seemed dull and dirty. The young raccoon made it almost to the top of the stairs, when he collapsed behind a trash-bin.