<strong>Amber</strong><br/><br/><br/>As the timer reached zero, amber looked on as the metal covered the acid vats. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Amber slid off the machine and did up her jeans. "Bastard, whoever this damn ghost is." She was sore as hell and wasn't even sure if she should be moving. Still they had to get on with it, and she winced and grimaced with each step.