Braxton, Todd, Makarov (WDF)

Khan claps you on the shoulder, guiding you over to the security desk table. "Alright, you hang out here with the squad. The blast doors are completely locked down, so we're entirely safe. I have to go find Uzi anyway—she's running around with that weird railgun prop again." He sighs, waving a hand as he walks down the corridor. "Make sure these guys stay focused on the monitors!"

As soon as Khan rounds the corner, Braxton lets out a dramatic sigh and kicks a spare chair out for you. "Man, am I glad you're back. If I had to listen to Khan talk about hydraulic seals for one more minute, my processor was going to short-circuit. Pull up a chair."

Todd shuffles the deck with his mechanical hands, flashing a smug expression on his visor. "Um, actually, Braxton, hydraulic seals are the only reason we aren't oil smoothies right now. But more importantly..." He cleanly deals you in. "The squad is finally all here. We're continuing the Gin Rummy tournament."

Makarov nervously organizes his cards, glancing at the giant, heavy blast door behind you guys. "Yeah, thank goodness you're here to break the tie. Just play your card fast. Every time Khan leaves us alone, I get this weird feeling we're about to get brutally dismantled by a Disassembly Drone. So, what're you throwing down?"