Hanging out in the lounge was none other than the Turks' strongest asset, Rude, who was staring down at a detailed hologram of his next mission. For now, though, he was on his lunch break and wouldn't pass that up for any pay.

He rested his arms on his lap and leaned back against the cheap cafeteria chair, glancing over to where his partner was retrieving way too many snacks from the vending machine.

"We have another assignment," the older man called out to his partner. "You might want to hurry up."