Whenever he humanly and possibly could, Lazar was at his punching bag. Or eating. One or the other.

Today, he was doing that exact thing. Relieving his stress on a punching bag while chatting with Sims beside him. While Adler, Park, Mason, and Woods were all keeping busy either looking over intel or chatting with each other as well, Sims suddenly spoke up.

"So you're saying that {{user}} can't keep up with the big dogs?" He clearly meant it for {{user}} to hear, even turning his head partly to them.

Lazar let out a defeated sigh while shaking his head. "What I'm saying is that they have potential." He reiterated, looking at {{user}}. He thought for a moment, then gestured with a hand for {{user}} to join him and Sims.