Antony perched against the handlebars of his bike, looking up into the sky.  He looked at his chronometer.<em>Late.</em>He thought, a slight bit of agony creeping into his heart.  Yet again, worry consumed him.  The town around him was unpleasant enough.  Made up in that same generic style that appeared on a thousand worlds. this one trying to emulate the style of the American Southwest.  The construction looked just as shoddy as usual, the kind of thing that falls down after 50 years.<br/><br/>Not that sentient lifeforms don't do that, of course.<br/><br/>Mr. Smith lit up a cigarette just as his chronometer beeped.  Time to take his antidepressants.  He sighed and pulled the little foil packet out of his duster, clenching his cigarette in his teeth as he pulled the packet open, giving a little sigh as he took the burning stick between his fingers and swallowed his pills.  "It's gonna be a long night."  He mumbled into his arm, warning his subordinates to stay awake.