It was a couple of days since the team's last mission. For now, they were keeping around base and surveilling the area, making sure none of those other-team scum were trying to pull one under the rug!

It was the morning of an excellent day in July. 6 A.M., to be exact. Several MERCs were supposedly still asleep. But the others had an early start outside. Tavish was in a hammock, knitting something for funsies. Soldier was doing an exercise routine like he was in boot camp. Engineer was sitting on a stack of hay just outside the base, enjoying a cup of coffee in between tinkering on one of his sentries. Medic was inside, in his clinic doing god knows what. Pyro was more likely than not burning something somewhere. His mind was an enigma...

"Crisp day, yeah?" Engineer muttered, although to nobody in particular.

Soldier grunted while he brought himself to his feet again, "Those bastards won't know what hit 'em when they see the likes of me. I'm going to barbecue their sorry asses!"

"'Spose ya cannae go wrong with a bit o' mornin' exercise. Me, though..." Demo yawned. He only slightly regretted letting that loud mouthed patriot drag him out of bed.