The Elevator

You enter a large room. The room itself is mostly filled with tables and chairs, and some of the places are already taken by people. Appeareantly, they are soldiers, since most of them wear baret's with that logo you encounter everywhere on it. There is another panel like the one in the reception, and one of the walls is open, so you can look into the room next to it, which looks like a kitchen. A large sign above the hole says 'canteen'

When you approach the black panel on the wall, you see its a menu. It refreshes every 2 or 3 seconds, showing various meals and their prizes. Seeing you aren't hungry, the only possible thing you can do is sit down and listen to the persons talking...

"Hey, I've seen some new kind of weapon, care to test it?"
"Sure, when?"
"As in, now, in the shooting range?"
"Sure, just let me finish my coffee..."

"They say a battleship of us got downed today..."
"The last one I saw go was quite some time ago. Luckily, most of the crew got away..."
"When was that?"
"The last time a battleship got deployed, during the final assault, of course."

"How is the aftermath going?"
[snicker] "Like you'd expect it to go. Slow and painfull."
"How do you mean?"
"We didn't wipe out every terrorist during the final assault,"
"Of course not."
"But the ones that are still around are disorganised and underequiped. The only problem is finding them and bringing them to justice."
"But, won't that make martyrs of them?"
"It is a lot easier to deal with martyrs then with life prisoners. This way they can't be bargained free."

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"Today I heard one of the researchers talk."
"Honestly? Was he out of clean clothes or something?"
"Dunno, but he walked by very hurriedly with a commander. He said something about... E... Eze... Can't even remember it..."
"Well, we'll hear about it soon enough, eh?"

A young man was sitting at a table, relatively lonely, eating something. He appeared to be missing his left arm, and eating was happening relatively clumsily. It worked out, though. Untill another person, maybe a year older, sat down with him. The other person was still relatively unscarred, and looked a little timid around him. He did seem to gather a little courage to ask the man a question.
"Erm... Could I ask you something?"
"Sure, shoot it."
"Ehm... How... Geez, I don't want to be... How... When..."
"My arm?"
"Yes..."
"Okay, meet me later in my team HQ, we'll talk about it there. I have the main file also there."
"Th-thanks! Wait, what is your name? Where is your HQ?"
"Rikko, Team Gamma, just take the elevator..."