12th of Heimz, 5018.
It was a cold, winter day in the city of Hoverdam. Carl, Armstrong, and Alan were all seated in a room, sitting on a desk, with their arms resting on a large wooden desk. They were all wearing their respective uniform, as the heat generated by the fireplace warmed up their bodies to the cozy level.
These 3 important figures had all been summed into the room, instructed to wait for Kant Maybale to arrive. The path to the door, and anywhere near it, is constantly being guarded by some DEF agents, as well as musketeer soldiers.
The men were all rather calm and comfortable with each other. As they waited, they began conversing with each other, about their lives, their wealth, and such. One of them, Alan, brought up a question.
"Say Mr. Armstrong, what was up with that suit?"
"Hmm?"
"That suit. You know, the one with the blue suit and yellow tie? Did not go well together at all," Alan remarked.