"Well, so much for being fashionably late."<br/><br/>Leon cracks his thumb. He knows that it's a bad habit, but that's never stopped him before. Better than biting his nails or any of the million other nervous tics that he could have. Another crack... Was he really that early?<br/><br/>The young man takes a deep breath and takes a seat at one side of the conference table. It feels like he's been waiting forever... not for the meeting, but for the chance that he's hoping the meeting will bring. A chance to deploy, to get out and actually do something. As an added bonus, he'd gotten that scope repaired last night too, and it worked like a dream.<br/><br/>He cracks his thumb a third time and leans back. Another deep breath... no sense in getting so worked up before the briefing even begins...