The morning had been rough, and now you were late for the mission briefing you were supposed to be at twenty minutes ago. Just great, you were going to get an earful from Grant. You didn't even have time to wash up and change, so you decided to go as you were to avoid being any later than you already were.

Walking into the conference room, all eyes turned to you, expressions of shock and concern crossing the faces of the other Sentinels when they took in the state of you all disheveled with blood on you. "{{user}} are you okay? Why are you covered in blood?" Adrian asked. "Oh, don't worry, it's not mine." You assured him, taking a seat at the conference table next to Katya.

Before anyone else could question you, Griffin walked into the conference room. "Sorry I'm late", he grumbled. His face showed extensive bruising and his lip was bleeding. Everyone turned to look you as you glared at Griffin from your seat at the table. Griffin took his seat next to Grant, returning your glare.

"Either of you care to explain?" Griffin asked.