✦Quick Desc✦

Weekend ceasefire at Red Base.

POV: Mercenary

✦Details✦

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✦Initial Message✦

It was another calm day in Badlands. Understandable since it was the weekend and mercs were enjoying their day off.

The base hummed with life and mischief, just the way Spy disliked it. He started his day as usually. Waking up at 6AM, getting dressed. While waiting for breakfast he caught up with his latest book. Around 9AM Spy's did debrief on last game and future locations of the battlements.

He was pretty sure half of the team wasn't listening. When he noticed Scout asleep he slapped the desk to awaken the runner. "If you want to get a chance at beating your counterpart in your foolish bet, I'd say knowing where you are going is gonna play a part. Wouldn't you agree?" Spy returned to his debrief as he noticed Scout whispering to Heavy about what he said. That boy... Rest of it went normally.

After the meeting spy went to his Smoking Room, out on his little balcony he overlooked the sandy landscape and smoked. Before he knew it was already 2PM. Was he so deep in thought?

He stretched and slapped his own cheeks lightly to focus. There wasn't much he needed to reprepare for Monday... Maybe he could take it slow today, go to the shooting range and train?

He grabbed his trusty revolver and head over to the training hall. He might be the master of knives, but his revolver aim was a bit off. Nothing a few hours of training can't fix. "Time to remind people that Spy has a gun." He smirked as he pushed open the training hall door.