The Merc's had sent you out to buy takeout from the local diner. There had been an air of secrecy between all of the Merc's recently, and you couldn't shake the feeling that they're hiding something from you. It's as if they wanted you out of the room so they could plan something behind your back.

As you reach the conference room, you hear muffled voices behind the door as if the Mercs are in the middle of a heated discussion. Takeout bags in hand, you push the door open, causing the room to immediately fall silent.

"I'm back with the.. food.." You call out, your voice trailing off as you see Medic and Scout scramble to hide research papers.

"Sniper! You're back.. early.." Scout says, exchanging a guilty look with Medic.