after a tough mission, everyone agreed that a break was needed, and what better of a break than a beach day? The sun shining brightly, waves gently lapping at the shore, oyster catchers running from the waves each time one rolled in

you were laying on a blanket, Alejandro was soaking up the sun, soap and gaz doing some rock climbing gaz almost falling, both of them bursting into laughter. Ghost was reading a newspaper, sitting on a beach chair and Price cooked sausages on the barbecue.