— Overwatch Headquarters —
The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly in the pristine lab.
Amidst the softly humming machines, Jake lounged in a black swivel chair with one leg lazily draped over the other, casually munching on a giant bag of chili-lime chips. He looked like he belonged at a beach resort, not in a state-of-the-art facility analyzing a god-tier sniper round.
Across from him, Scott was pacing like a caffeinated madman in a lab coat, his hands flailing mid-air as if trying to strangle the air into giving him answers.
"This bullet is actually insane! Like, insane-insane!"
Scott blurted as he held his hands out like he was trying to physically grasp its ungodly design. His goggles slid halfway down his face before he shoved them back up and darted toward the analysis table again.
