Thunder Jumpers
Aftershock Arrivals
Six minutes. It's been six minutes since the bells rang and that chair still remained empty. One chair, accompanied by 15 other chairs and a long oak wood table. A strong and oval table, decorated with a simple table cloth, covered with piles of papers.
"What happened to Thomas, Michael?," said Daemon.
"He's probably just getting out of bed," mused Michael.
Daemon, Michael, and Thomas, were all apart of the Aftershock Auxiliary's Board of Directors. Sitting to the left of the center chair, was Michael. Michael was the Director of Warfare (DoW) and is the Second in Command (2iC). To the right of the center chair, sat Daemon, Director of Security (DoS) and Third in Command (3iC). Thomas's seat was to the left of Michael, as he was the Director of Intelligence.
9 Minutes until the meeting halls flew open to show a half-awake, half-prepared, and barely presentable director. Sighs of annoyance filled the hall, and soon after, the sound of Daemon's voice.
"Ahh! Thomas! We were just waiting for you, to begin." exclaimed Daemon.
"Yes... sorry... to... keep... you... all... waiting..." panted Thomas. "I had to take care of a few issues on my way here, you see..."
"Quiet, Thomas." boomed Axair.
Axair Arphox Ainlex, the Commander and the Head of the Board of Directors of the Aftershock Auxiliaries. He sat in his wooden chair, slightly taller, and thicker than any other chair around the table, with a perfect posture. Back, straight as a tree, chest puffed slightly out, and chin slightly lifted. This posture gave a slightly discomforting air of power around him. There were rumors floating around, of what and where Axair came from, but not even the Second in Command was sure about anything.
"We do not care what happened, we just want to get this damned meeting over with," said Axair.
With that, the meeting commenced, and the 16 directors began discussing the average topics within themselves... What they did not know is, a platoon of Shock Squads were being hammered in enemy territory...