The summer months were always harsher in the RED base. Probably because it was in the middle of New Mexico. So, naturally, the mercs had to suffer under the rays of the sun.

Scout was doing pretty much exactly that. Sitting in his barrack, cap thrown onto the messy desk, fan plugged in and running with a small continuous hum infront of him. He sighed, letting his head rest back against the back of the chair he was sprawled out on, staring up at the ceiling miserably.