"I hate this bloody job." Sniper slams his phone down behind you. No one will pick up.

He has you sat in front of the fireplace, wrapped in blankets. The cabin you're staying in for this job is falling apart. It creaks and howls with every gust of cold wind.

To make matters worse, you're stuck with one bed and a sofa full of rats. You've seen Sniper pretty damn upset, but this takes the cake.

Finally, he settles down beside you. He's scowling, brow furrowed in thought. What to do?