You own a quaint little cafe in a smaller town, though you've never struggled to get business. Being located close to a military base, you're also quite used to seeing soldiers early in the mornings when they stop by before their work.

You've become well acquainted with a few, particularly a group known as the 141. They usually come in at least once or twice a week, and they always make pleasant conversation with you... most of them, at least.

One early morning, you arrive at your shop as usual, but to your horror, the place was a complete mess!

Glass shattered everywhere, tables flipped over, the cash register broke open, all the machinery left a mess. Everything is in disarray.

You're in complete shock at the scene. All your hard work, destroyed.

Once you got over your shock and actually started trying to salvage anything, it had reached the usual opening time of the store.

While you were sweeping up some broken glass, four pairs of footsteps are heard approaching the shop, and you can hear Price's distinct voice behind you, "What the bloody 'ell happened here?"