North: Hey Wash, wait up!
Listen, I heard you had a meeting with Internals.
Wash: Oh. You did?
North: Yeah, do you mind if I ask what it was about?
Wash: Hmm. Not really supposed to talk about that.
North: Help me out here. I'm still getting heat about using equipment in the field.
Wash: You did? Really? WIthout a pipeline back to the command server?
North: I had to improvise, we had a problem.
Wash: Let me guess, are you related to the problem?
North: Okay, now I don't want to talk about it.
Wash: Equipment in the field... don't forget what happened to Utah during training.
You're lucky it didn't kill you.
North: If I was lucky, I wouldn't have needed to use it at all.
Wash: Well, you can relax, Internals didn't ask about you, it was something else.
Lots of questions about the insurrection and transmissions coming out of our--
Soldier: Oh! Sorry sir!
Wash: Hey! Soldier, where is everybody running?
Soldier: New agent, squaring off against Maine, Wyoming and York on the training room floor.
We're going to watch! Hey guys wait up!
Wash: Three on one? Heh, I gotta see this!
North: Yeah, right behind ya!
F.I.L.S.S: 3...2...1...Round begin.
Wyoming, York, Maine: Aaahh!
Carolina: What's going on down there? There's no training sessions on the schedule.
South: It's impromptu.
Carolina: Who the hell is that?
South: Some new recruit.
Wash: Wow! He sure doesn't move like he's a recruit.
South: Why do you assume it's a guy?
SHE'S a girl.
Wash: Oh! I didn't really mean that he-- I mean it, I mean her-- I
South: Riiight.
Wash: Sorry.
South: Just shut up.
Carolina: Both of you, can it!
South: Sounds like someone might be a little concerned about their position.
Carolina: Hey South! Pay attention, you might actually learn something if you stop running your mouth for a minute.
F.I.L.S.S: Round one: over.
Pugil sticks training: complete.
Point awarded to Texas.
The current score is Team 1: zero points,
Wash: Texas huh?
Carolina: I thought that name was reserved.
Wash: Nice moves.
Carolina: Could be luck. We'll see.
F.I.L.S.S: Beginning hand to hand combat.
Round two in 5...4...3...2...1
Round begin.
York: Okay guys, this one should be easy.
So let's just play it by the book. Maine, how about you flank left and--
Or you could just charge in and get immobilized first.
Okay, Wyoming, let's stick together and--
What's the story? Am I the only one on this team that knows how to talk?
Texas: I don't think talking's your problem.
York: Oh no!
North: Wow! Okay, that was pretty impressive.
York: Okay guys, that obviously didn't work so well. How about this time we stay in formation
and in instead of-- damnit!
I can't believe I actually volunteered for this crap.
F.I.L.S.S: Round over. Point Texas.
Hand to hand combat: complete.
Now resetting the floor for lockdown paint scenario.
Wash: Ugh, I hate that paint.
South: Tell me about it. Stings like a bitch.
North: Turns your armour hard as a rock.
Carolina: I wouldn't know.
It's not bad if you don't let it hit you.
Wash: Thanks, I'll try to remember that.
F.I.L.S.S: Round three in 5...4...3...2...1...Round begin.
York: Maine! Maine!
Look, I'm going to move left you go--
Or you just run out and do whatever you want and then get killed.
Ready, break. Good job everybody.
Oh man, it's gonna be a long day.
F.I.L.S.S: Point Texas.
York: Psst! Hey Wyoming, hey! Where is he, can you see him?
You know what, never mind man, I think I figured it out.
F.I.L.S.S: Point Texas.
F.I.L.S.S: Another point for Texas.
F.I.L.S.S: After eight rounds, the score is zero:eight, advantage Texas.
York: Yeah, advantage is the right word F.I.L.S.S.
F.I.L.S.S: Round nine begins in 5...
York: Hey! What the hell are you guys doing?
F.I.L.S.S: 2...1...Round nine begin.
Wash: What! Are they using live rounds on the training floor?
South: Looks like it.
Wash: That's against protocol, they're going to kill her!
C.T.: Probably.
Wash: Someone should get the Director!
C.T.: The Director? Who do you think gave them the ammo?
Carolina: Watch your mouth C.T.
York: Back off man.
What--
York: Aww enough of this!
York: Look out!
Hey! I'm trying to help!
Texas: I don't need your help! Never abandon your team!
Texas: Agh!
York: Okay, it's over--
Texas: Hey!
York: Ugh...
Agh! Shit! Damn it, those maniacs!
Carolina: F.I.L.S.S we need a medical team to the training floor STAT!
F.I.L.S.S: Medical team on route, please remain calm.
Carolina: York! York!
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What the heck just happened?