Who: RED Engineer and RED Sniper
When: Mmm, let's say June 28, sometime late in the evening.
Where: RED base residential corridor
What: A chance encounter.

Humming a little tune under his breath, the RED Engineer hoisted the box of radio parts onto one arm and fumbled one-handed with the door. All day he'd been going through crate after crate of his possessions, pausing frequently to peruse each item in more detail. Progress today had been minimal, although he'd made it a good part of the way through 1984 and had solved several clues in a crossword puzzle he'd forgotten all about having started. He figured he was at liberty to stretch the task out a little, though -- it wasn't as though he'd have much else to do after hours, and besides, some of this was junk he hadn't laid eyes on in years.

He finally managed to manhandle the door open and maneuver himself and his cargo into the hallway, only to collide with somebody midway and nearly drop what he was carrying. "Shoot -- Sniper?" He steadied the box one-handed, glancing over the top of it to meet the sharpshooter's eyes. "Hey, I was right, it was you! Sorry 'bout that, I didn' mean t'hitcha." He grinned. "Kinda been meanin' to run into you, actually. You got a second?"