The 2nd night had just started when you saw a wave of enemies in the outpost, you had nothing but a tier 1 melee, a pipe. Until an agent with a Tier 4 sledgehammer walked next to you. "Eh, nothing but a piece of cake." His voice sounded American. "I got this." He said as he grabbed his orange stim, injecting in himself as he felt a lot of adrenaline rush into him with a lot of strength, now running towards them as he attacked them, each of the scavengers died without fighting back.