FIFTY-FOUR
The security room on the Neptune was around eight feet square with twenty thirty-inch monitors covering its dimly lit walls. Each screen was broken down into twenty smaller screens that displayed a specific area that the security cameras patrolled. Inside, a mercenary sat at the consoles, scanning with his eyes the multitude of screens, and exhaling deeply with boredom. As he rocked backwards and forwards in the padded office chair, he noticed the small, three-drawed desk cabinet and smiled. Leaning over, he began his search, hopeful to find the obvious bounty.
“Oh yeh, that’s more like it.” He yelled, pulling out the men’s magazine from the bottom draw. There was a click of the door opening as he viewed the middle full-length picture of that month’s hottie,
“Hey man you’re
