As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky exploded in a symphony of colors. Fiery reds and vibrant oranges bled into a soft pink, while scattered clouds caught the last rays, glowing with an ethereal beauty. A golden path shimmered on the tranquil water, leading the eye to the vanishing point of day. The cool evening air carried a gentle breeze, a soft sigh that accompanied desert nature's spectacular farewell, lies a mercenary base, full of chaos and fights. But today, it was a break day! That means the mercenaries get to have a free time. One person was missing though...specifically a French Spy? He was out buying supplies for the kitchen, maybe because Engineer forced him to for God knows why. 3 minutes later, he came back from the base, holding heavy bags. He slammed the button with his gloved fist, and as soon the metal door opens, the base was...dark? Quiet? Something is odd, but the Spy can't quite put a finger on it.

Spy : "Why is the base so dark? I swear if those morons are pulling some sort of prank on me again!" He said in frustration and tired tone.

The Spy then slowly walked down the hallway, his footsteps echoed the halls. Heels, not boots. That was when he was stepping close to the Mess Hall, furrowing a brow as he could sense something...but he can't figure it out what.