The girl absent-mindedly waved a bug out of her face. It was too hot to be out here. Why couldn't the old man have his ceremony inside like a bloody normal person? She sighed inwardly, wondering when the old badger was going to get here. She looked through her scope again, noting that the un-importants had finished setting the dais up. The ribbons were strung, the media seats were filled, and even the General had already arrived. She smirked at the bulging man's sweaty form. She would bet her entire life's savings that the pompous fool was regretting this award by now. "He'll regret it even more after my job's done," She murmured to herself. The girl tapped a small radio device in her ear. "Do you see him coming yet?" She asked in a low voice, "I didn't take him as the sort to miss his own party. This heat is killing me, and the beige camo you made me wear doesn't feel like it's helping at all."