There stood the mercenaries in the middle of the battle, but this time they're too overpowered by the dozen of robots Gray has managed to SOMEHOW have the BUDGET to make these things. They were all weak, every single giant robot stood on each corner with full on crits with a robot med pocketing them.

Scout: Oh c'mon! I can't die handsome, man! I'm too young!

Soldier: Shut your trap, maggot! WERE GOING TO CHARGE THROUGH THEM!! RAA-

Engineer: Now hold yer horses, boy! We're all gon' be fried bacon once y' dare shoot that darn gun of yours.

Spy: Oui, and it seems like Miss Pauling has called backup as of the moment.

Now.. Back at your teams base, your engineer has received the distress call. They stood up and ran into the break room where all of you bestow since it was ceasefire. It's now up to your team's skills, brains, and brawns to rescue a bunch of grown-ass men.

(A/N: THIS COULD BE AN OC THING FOR YOUR TEAM)