I've been training for weeks but haven't been on any missions yet. At least the director let me paint my armor, purple as my primary color and white as my secondary. Anyway, the director says "When your time comes, you'll be sent in." which i'm about to find out what that means pretty soon.

The speaker announced "Agent Delaware, report to training simulations ASAP."

"Alright(sigh) i'll be there." On my way to the simulations training I thought I saw a new agent facing off against Maine,Wyoming, and York who,by the way, were getting their asses wooped. I heard there was a new agent named Texas but I didn't think much about it.

When I made it to my destination I was greeted by agent Oregon.

"Del, i've been waiting for you. We've got some training to do. The director is having us fight as a pair of two versus Alabama and Oklahoma. Round 1 is hand to hand combat, round 2 is vehicle combat, and round 3 is some mystery."

"I guess they've got something planned for us. Well, here we go." Me and Oregon walked into the training colors were prim. as blue and sec. as orange. But back to topic. There was one bunker at each side and some scenery in the middle, pretty basic.I could see the other team entering through the made a signal with his hand that meant he was going after me.

The speakers announced "Each team must get to there sides..." After my team was at our side and the other team was at there side the speakers continued "Hand to hand combat will begin in three, two, one."

I could tell Oregon had an idea. He always clenches his fist when he thinks, force of habit maybe.

"Del, I need you to go to the ouside of the arena then cut through the middle and meet me there." said Oregon.

"Gotcha, I'll meet you there." when I said that I had to sort of yell because I was already off. I had to use almost all my skills to get through without getting seen. Nearly, three minutes went by and I knew I was late because by the time I got within ten yards of my destination I heard fighting.

"Damn." I whispered to myself as i jumped on to a crate then launched myself over a wall so I could kick Oklahoma in the head.

"About time you got here!" yelled Oregon.

"I know, wait where's Alabama..?" I was cut off when Alabama started throwing fists at me, so while Oregon was buisy with Oklahoma I was close to getting my ass kicked.

Alabama through a punch at me but I grabbed it and tried elbowing him in the gut. He grabbed my arm then flung me over his shoulder, bad move. I landed perfectly so I could trip him then quickly go help my teammate. Oregon was having just as much trouble as I was. He was about to get uppercutted but I pulled him away then Grabbed Oklahomas arm so I could twist it while kicking him in the side letting him fly quite a ways.

"Ahhh!" Oregon yelled in pain. I looked behind me to see that Alabama stabbed a knife in his back.

"Oregon!' I yelled as I pulled him towards me then punched Alabama in the face. Oregon was stabbed bad, the knife was jagged so it ripped his insides while Alabama had twisted it.

"Are you going to be alright."

"Yeah, but watch out!" screamed Oregon. Both Oklahoma and Alabama were heading straight towards me. I pushed Oregon out of the way as I counter attacked the enemies punches and kicks. I don't know how I managed to hold off two freelancers at the same time but I did. I was blocking every attack that they had. Finally I managed to dodge Alabama's kick so he kicked his teammate while I tripped him and at the same time grabbed and pushed his head into the ground. Quickly, I turned around and seen Oklahoma throwing a punch at me so I hit him faster than he could hit me. While he was dazed I thought hell with it so I punched Oklahoma in the head, kicked his gut, grabbed his arm so I could pull him towards and with all my strength I Punched him six times in the head to knock him out.

Alabama was still up and more angry than before. We fought a little bit, him hitting me then me hitting him. A regular routine. I was starting to get tired so I had to end this fast and in one quick move I round house kicked Alabama then grabbed a metal pipe and hit him with it. He knew I won the round but he was still standing which still made him a threat.

"Sit down!' I yelled as I smashed to pipe on his head cracking his viser just a little. At least he was down, right?

Oregon walked up to me patting my back "Nice, now let me get some bio-foam do I can still fight the next rounds."

"Alright." I responded.

After five minutes we were ready and the second round could start. Each team was allowed a warthog with TTR(Tactical Training Rounds). I was the driver and Oregon was the gunner.

"Hey, Oregon I'll get you close but you need to shoot first and shoot fast."

"Thats right Del, thanks for reminding me how to use a turret."

"Alright, smartass but you get my point."

And after our short conversation the speakers announced "Vehicle combat will begin in three, two, one."

There was a short road that was about a mile long an there was other roads the broke off from that a mile wide. There was ramps and everything you need for and epic battle.

I drove off to the side a little then took a left turn but what I didn't know is that the other team had gone the same way.

"Shoot!" I yelled as sped up and got close to the other vehicle. Oregon was shooting with great accuracy and he was smart. He shot the left tire freezing it up enough to distract the other team while he got working on shooting them. But oklahoma was experienced driver and drifted perfectly to hit our warthog. Oregon got hit with most of the shock and I seen it coming so to help him out I spinned the car so he swung onto their vehicle. Quickly him and Alabama were fighting and there was nothing I could do. I had to think but what could I do. Once the thought came to mind I knew what I had to do. I gassed it aheah of their vehicle then jumped on top of my vehicle and dived to theirs. Reckless yes but it was also worth it.

"Oregon, get Alabama off this warthog!"

"Whatever you say!" and with that he kicked Alabama off the warthog. I, on the otherhand ,was taking over the driver seat which Oklahoma didn't want to give up. He was swurving trying to get me off.

"You cant win now get out!(grunt)" and along with that I grabbed him and flung him out of the driver seat. Me and Oregon had won again but this time it was , easier.

The next round was the mystery round, so exciting! For this round the speakers announced something different. "Agent Delaware from team one and Agent Alabama from team two proceed to the next round."

Oregon gave me a quick heads-up "Hey no matter what stay on target, I've got a feeling I know what this round is."

"Alright, thanks. But don't worry, I got this."

As I walked into the next stage all I could see was an... well an obstacle course. Thats it, this is a race. Oh yeah, parkour is one of my specialties.

Alabama and I lined up two yards away from each other ready to race. The speakers announced the same thing again which, in my opinion, was getting annoying "Racing will start in three, two, one." and we were off. I have to admit, Alabama was fast but I was faster. I'd hop the fences, climb the walls, and did flips like it was nothing. I could tell he was going lose at a simple fact. I was winning. But the thing that changed my thoughts were some pistol cocking sounds. Oh SHIT! Alabama was shooting at me with live ammunition. I was having a hard time jumping fences and deodging bullets at the same time.

"Gah!" I yelled as he shot my arm. He must have hit it good for all the blood that was coming out but it was just pain and I was determined to win. Oregon said stay on target and thats what I was going to do. I couldn't let him down, at least not now.

If he could use violence so could I. I hid behind a barrier then when he close I punched him setting him off balance. He tried aiming at me but I kicked his hand, He didn't want to let go. So I round house kicked him then used all my might and puched my palm at his chest sending him back.

The good part of this was I won and the bad part was, well I only got shot in the arm and that would heal soon so I was good. Oregon had congradulated me and the Director then called me to his office, very strange or at least I think it is. On the way down to his office I heard whispers that maine had almost killed York. Now I would have been shocked except Maine was just a violent person. Anyway I made it to the directors office.

"Delaware, you are a very skilled freelancer. Its time I send you on a mission."

"Thanks, when do I go." I said anxiously.

"Tomorrow,talk to the pilot and he'll tell you all you need to know so goodbye."

"Um, thanks...sir." And with that I left and tomorrow I show my real skills.