Sabotage.

Present Day.

The sound of a door groaning washes over the room as cold air wanders in.

It's quiet, so quiet that you can hear a pin drop from miles away.

A lone guard closes the door he had entered before heading in the direction of where his colleagues are gathered having a drink with each other and telling stories. There are six of them in total.

He balances the coffee cups in his hands precariously, afraid of even spilling a drop.

He catches the tail end of their conversation when he gets there.

"-I couldn't believe it! It was like she grew another nose! Talk about unappealing."

A young man known as Amos continues.

Two of the guards laugh with raucous abandon, their faces flushed and cheeks stretched over their glinting teeth while the rest stare at the three men with poorly hidden amusement or disdain, likely annoyed by the noise there making

When their laughter dies down the first man finally manages to regain his composure to speak.

"Come on men at least have a bit of sympa