Faust only got around twenty minutes of sleep before a soft knock on the door woke him up. He hadn't been sleeping deeply, keeping track of everything moving around him.
Still, he felt decently refreshed.
He got up, stretching and yawning. "I love Constitution."
He manipulated the screen beside his bed to open the door, and Nirvana stared back at him in disbelief.
"How did you get a room before us?" she asked, walking in with Zen and Thalia. "You didn't even come to the compound with us."
"Rank one privileges," Thalia said, searching the bookshelf beside the desk. She picked out a comic and raised an eyebrow. "How do they know what we like to see?"
"Internet evidence never goes away," Zen muttered dramatically. "Did you get your favourite smut?"
Thalia threw the comic at his head, but didn't deny what was said.
Zen caught it and threw it to Faust. "We're supposed to be getting to the auditorium right now. They are going to pick their government enforcers soon."
