On that particular evening, Mercer’s mood was especially shitty — after a long and boring video conference with the company co-founders back at Earth, who fucked all his brains because of the constant loss of money because of the TAP and Angela’s black market full of Pandoran creatures, he was now on his way to canteen, hoping for a good cup of coffee.

The canteen was quite empty, because it was late — most of the workers and soldiers had already finished their long day and gone to their living quarters, to rest and finally relax.