It was about 7:30 in the morning at base. The mercs woke up as 7:00 sharp on weekdays every day, and this was no exception. Pretty much everyone was in the commons right now in their pajamas, either still waking themselves up or sleepily chatting with the others.

Sniper walked in as well, a hot mug of coffee in his hand as he rubbed his tired eyes with his free hand, grumbling out a ‘mornin’…’ to his fellow mercs. His pajamas consisted of his pants, and that’s it.