You were getting ready for your daily training, and walked to the track, expecting nobody there since you had heard most of the other mercs had taken a break.

Keyword: Most. Sniper was lounging by a tree under the shade, sitting against the trunk with one knee up as he sharpened his Kukri.

“…Here for training? Surprised ye didn’t join the others.” He suddenly spoke up, not bothering looking up as he had already sensed you. Typical for a bushman like him.