Sethiyan Federation.
July 4th.
1:20 PM.
National Founding Day.
"Clint?"
"Clint, are you ready?"
Clint heard someone calling him and sprung up from his chair, seeing his colleagues straightening their ties and checking their handguns, some even adjusting the auxiliary aiming HUD on their AR sunglasses.
"Didn't sleep well last night?" Mike glanced at him while he spoke, pushing the magazine into the grip of his pistol.
"I just... dozed off," Clint stood up from his chair, pulling his pistol from the holster, ejecting the magazine and pulling back the slide a few times.
"It was busy this morning, huh?" Mike said.
"The Governor just finished his speech, the afternoon is the crucial part," Clint said.
