Or, more correctly, the<strong>STD</strong>Sector RED-Clearance Mandatory Nutritional Supplement Consumption Lounge on Level 2-A, Corridor 36-24, Subsector DD.  And it's breakfast time, which means heaping helpings of Pleasant Morning Experience with a side of Gentle Surprise, and lots and lots of Coffee-Like and doses of Wakey-Wakey pills to help loyal citizens adjust.<br/><br/>Loyal Troubleshooters are always expected to set a good example by being on time for breakfast.  They are, after all, trusted servants of The Computer with all the rights and privileges pertaining to their security clearance.  Even the motley assortment of clonekind designated as<strong>Mission Group RTS-7489/A</strong>.<br/><br/>That's you clones.  Forty-eight hours ago you were dumped here in<strong>STD</strong>Sector quite unceremoniously.  Strangely enough, you got an explanation: there has been an 'unanticipated necessary personnel transfer for undisclosed reasons'.  You were assigned a room together (and unlike your prior living arrangements, you now have only five room-mates: a Great Leap Forward in terms of personal privacy).  You haven't had much time to socialize, though--most of yesterday was taken up with various bureaucratic meanderings, finding your cafeteria and assigned work areas, and so on.  In fact, this early morning meal is the first chance you've actually gotten to meet each other.<br/><br/>So say hello, Troubleshooters.  And remember--heavy weapons fire in the cafeteria is treason.