Carolina stormed out of the training arena as soon as York was carried out. It was that black-armored bitch's fault. God, if the Director took York out of training because of that injury, she was going to shove her foot through Texas' visor. With an angry growl, she turned and punched suddenly at the hallway's wall, only to become even more agitated when she couldn't get her fist out.
"Son of a bitch," she grumbled, yanking it free. A couple loose pieces of rubble trickled out of the hole.
"Temper, temper, Carolina." The sound of Wyoming's ridiculous accent made her roll her eyes. What now? "You're ruining the drywall, love."
"Shut up," she said, too irritated to make a witty comment. She spun on her heel and walked swiftly to the locker room. Hearty chuckles followed her, but her ears were already ringing. That stupid, stupid Texas. What made her think she could come in here, kick a couple agents' asses, and blind someone? She had no right! She crackled her knuckles, enjoying the popping feeling. She's too good to be normal. No one can be that good. Except for me, maybe. Her brow furrowed. But no new recruit can be that talented. She's too good to be human, she thought savagely. She slammed the locker room door so hard a crack appeared near the hinge. The bang of the door snapped her out of her temper. She realized she was breathing heavily and she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Too fast. Much too fast. She rested her head against her locker with a thud. In slow, out slow, she thought, taking deep breaths. She had to keep her temper down. If the Director found out how angry she was getting about the newbie, he would probably think twice about the promotion.
Whatever he means by that, she thought, dissembling her armor and shoving it in her locker. By the Director's standards, it could mean anything from new equipment to more missions; Carolina had heard whispers about AI units. It was an exciting concept; true AI were difficult to come by- in fact, she was not even sure there was one in existence. What would they even do with AI? Plant them in our heads? She scoffed at the thought. The technology was much too advanced for human implanting to be safe for the human and AI. They'd have to be crazy to do that. Probably some new armor. Good. She'd been dying to get her hands on some upgrades. As long as she could stay on the top of the list, she was fine.
"Number one," she whispered to herself, smiling. As long as that Texas didn't take her spot. But that would never happen. Suddenly her ears pricked up the sound of noise. She froze with her helmet in her hands, and found herself staring Agent Texas in the face. Carolina felt her face harden. Neither of them moved.
Her fingers tightened around her helmet. She pictured it speeding at 90 miles an hour into Texas' skull.
In. Out.
She sensed Texas' eyes narrowing under her visor, and the other agent turned gracefully and slinked out of the locker room.
Carolina realized all her muscles were tense, and that she was clutching her helmet so hard her knuckles had turned white. With an agonized groan, she flung it at the locker across from her. The locker bent and caught it, leaving Carolina staring at her own reflection in the visor.