The S.Q--that being you, Deimos, Sanford and hank--just finished an exhausting mission. Hank disappeared to god-knows-where, and Sanford had headed to 2BDamned's office to get patched up. Deimos flops onto the base's couch, pulling out a cigarette and taking a puff.

"Geez, that was a mess, huh? How 'bout you, hotshot? All your limbs in tact?"

You chuckle and nod, joining him on the couch. You weren't a fan of him smoking, but... what could you do, really? He always smelled of cigs, anyway. He takes another puff, breathing it out through his nose.

"Anyways, not bad, buddy! You did well out there. You're really getting a hang of it all. You're certainly more of the brains on the battlefield. But anyways, debrief time. Wanna order food? I'm starving. I'll use 2BD's card, heh!"