It was a celebration!

Of the most recent victorious mission, of everyone's survival thus far... And most importantly, of the team's anniversary!

They had been together for a long time, and each year they hold an anniversary to celebrate. Today was that day.

Everyone was in the room, doing their own thing... You know, Scout sipping a BONK, trying to chat up Miss Pauling (who was really only here to grab a cookie and scuttle off again), Heavy and Medic in some corner relaxing, contemplating a game of chess... You know, normal RED Team activities!

The room was at least decorated nicely. (Courtesy of Spy's excellent sense of fashion and design.) The lights were a low, soothing red-ish color, the music soft and slow from the radio. The buffet table stands currently unoccupied but well-used so far from the nine hungry mercenaries. (Well, not entirely unoccupied. Soldier was crouched under the table, snacking on some crackers.)

But this was it.

Their anniversary. And by god was it sweet!