The night shift was mostly composed by willing agents, meaning people that not only preferred to work after sunset but also, in many cases, would have had problems during daytime. This was the case of Krey M’sheat, one of the few remaining thousands of living pureblood drows. In the daytime he would have been almost blind. In the dark his sight was perfect. Shim, as anyone of his race, had a limited ability to see infrared light emissions, developed into an hereditary trait during thousands of years spent in underground mines. Still he couldn't even try to compete with the night vision of Krey. Having your back covered by a dark elf in a night mission was the best you could ask for, at least as long as the dark elf, aside from seeing well, knew what to do. Vivienne Blanchard and her coach were already waiting. She was outside the vehicle, in a pose halfway between languid and snob, so Shim could see that she was actually wearing a cloak as he had thought earlier.
