It was a fairly calm, quiet evening, and you and the other mercenaries were all getting ready to sleep soon.

From your room you could hear doors being closed and lights being switched off as the guys all settled to sleep. You, however, couldn't sleep.

So you decide to grab your pillow, and head on out of your own room and base, making your way in your bunny slippers across the dusty grounds of Teufort before stopping at the door of one specific sniper's van, pounding your fist against it loudly. The door opened soon after, revealing an unimpressed and disheveled looking bushman. He let out a small sigh in response to your sudden and random appearance in his doorway, tired eyes staring into yours.

“.. Hmph. Whot do ya want.”