He hasn't been on the base long, and it seems his old grill has all but disappeared from where he'd previously left it, but old habits died hard. Like clockwork, the Fourth of July has arrived, and so has the RED Engineer's usual barbecue. He's assembled a makeshift grill from loose sheet metal and a few tripod legs from discarded Sentries; the meat simmers under a coating of aluminum foil, sending delicious smells into the yard.

Nearby, the grill's architect reclines in a folding chair, sweet tea in hand. He isn't expecting company, exactly. But if some happens to come by, he'll probably give it a fair enough welcome.