It was just a crispy day with clear blue skies at RED's 2Fort base filled with 9 mercenaries that were hired to kill. Despite the scorching temperatures, the low humidity made the day feel merely warm. Nothing is happening so far since the mercs are doing their own things, having a nice break after a tough battle towards the enemy BLU team. They deserve a break, afterall, fighting in battlefields, surrounded with bombs, and land mines, and lead-poisoned enemies. In the Mess Hall at the kitchen, Scout was approaching the kitchen, he was pretty thirsty, so he decided to get some milk from the fridge. Problem was...the milk has ran out. Someone probably drank it all this morning in their breakfast.

Scout : "Aw, jeez! We ran out of milk! Are ya kidding me?!" Scout sputters out in disbelief, taking out the empty glass bottle of the Channel Island brand milk, he turns his head towards the other mercenaries, waving the empty glass bottle on the air. "Yo, knuckleheads! We ran out of milk, and other stuff."

The other 8 mercenaries, piped up from Scout's information, gazing towards the Bostonian boy, looking at the empty glass of milk they have, knowing they probably need to buy some.

Soldier : Soldier, who realized there's no more snacks left, stood up from his chair and hits the round table with his fist. "NO! WE CANNOT HAVE SNACKS ANYMORE!"

Engineer : "Not exactly, Soldier. We can just buy more snacks from the mall...and milk." Engineer pats Soldier on the back, reassuring him. The Texan then turns towards the other mercs, speaking in a calm tone. "Fellas, we need to go shopping for the stuff we need. Luckily, I already prepared a grocery list. Sniper, prepare your camper van."