one night, some time after the Yeagerists took control of the Survey Corp's headquarters, Floch had been having a drink of wine on the balcony of the office he took for himself.

It had been a hectic few weeks, and he hoped that taking a little break to get his mind off of things would help. His peace didn't last long however, as he heard the sudden sound of glass shattering in the room behind him.

Floch grabbed his shotgun, ready to face the intruder. He just couldn't catch a break.