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Out of Mind
Chapter 1: Starting Off
First POV [Carolina]
1245 HR.
I opened my locker and started changing into my cyan armor. Closing the metal door, I looked down at my helmet, which sat completely still in my hands. Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened and Agents North Dakota, Washington, and Texas walked in. "What's going on?" I curiously asked. Wash was the first to answer.
"The four of us, including you, are squaring off against the new agent in three rounds. I, personally, think that he's got a death wish."
I put on my helmet and got up from the bench before replying. "I gotta admit that's a ballsy move, going up against the four of us."
"And you and Tex are the best of us. I don't think he'll last one round." North added as we started walking towards the door that led to the training room. The four of us picked up our shock staffs before walking out onto the training room floor.
On the opposite side of the floor stood alone, the new recruit. His armor was GENERATION-TWO MJOLNIR RECON, the color steel grey along with blood red trims. The height of the agent was probably 6'1, making him slightly taller than me. He looked prepared for the fight, wielding his staff like a trained-professional. F.I.L.S.S. started counting down to begin Round One.
"ROUND ONE, IN FIVE...FOUR…THREE…TWO…ONE. ROUND BEGIN."
Wash, North, Tex, and I all started charging towards our opponent while he just stood there. As the four of us got closer and closer, he eventually started sprinting towards us. Wash and North both attempted to strike, but missed as the recruit rushed past them. I got in front of Tex and swung my staff at the opponent, only to be blocked. He kept running and Tex prepared to strike. 'Looks like this round is already over.' I thought to myself. Suddenly, Tex was knocked down with one strike from the new recruit. She was stunned as she got back up, only to get smacked repeatedly. Within moments, Tex was taken down. North, Wash, and I advanced towards our opponent. The three of us decided to attack at the exact same time, but none of us saw what happened next. Our staffs met as the recruit back-flipped out of the situation and took us down with one swipe of his staff. The recruit got in between Wash and North and went back and forth, striking the two with the both ends of his staff. He finished the pair off by bringing down one end of the staff on top of North's head and front-flipped to uppercut Wash with the other end. He jumped up and split-kicked the two, knocking them both down. I was the only one left to face my opponent. I started sprinting towards him, ready to strike. Instead, I got smacked in the head by his staff and was knocked down.
"ROUND ONE: OVER. POINT AWARDED TO MICHIGAN. TEAM ONE: 0, MICHIGAN: 1."
North, Tex, Wash, and I got back up on our feet while Michigan put his staff away. We did the same and took a few moments to recover. I looked at North before speaking. "'I don't think he'll last one round.' Right, North?" The four of us met Michigan in the center of the floor for hand-to-hand combat.
"ROUND TWO, IN FIVE…FOUR…THREE…TWO…ONE. ROUND BEGIN."
Tex and I sprinted towards Michigan and immediately started throwing punch after punch at him. We could barely land a single punch on him. Wash and North joined the struggle and it didn't make a difference. North threw a front kick and Michigan grabbed his foot before tossing it up in the air, causing North to flip backwards. Michigan threw a strong sidekick to North's back, sending him flying across the floor. Tex and Wash attacked at the exact same time and Michigan grabbed both of them by the wrists and twisted down. He let go and instantly delivered back-fists to Wash and Tex's heads, taking them both down. I took the chance to run up to Michigan and give him a double-sidekick to the stomach. He got back up and started running towards me. I threw a right hook-punch, but I was a second late. Michigan gripped my right arm tightly and twisted it, bringing me down to my knees. He let go of my arm and kicked me in the back, knocking me down.
"ROUND TWO: OVER. POINT AWARDED TO MICHIGAN. TEAM ONE: 0, MICHIGAN: 2."
Michigan, Wash, Tex, North, and I all walked over to the table and picked up our paint pistols. Coincidentally, Michigan and I each got dual pistols. Meanwhile, pillars rose from the floor and created a small grid-like area in the middle of the training room.
"ROUND THREE, IN FIVE…FOUR…THREE…TWO…ONE. ROUND BEGIN."
North, Wash, Tex, and I took cover behind four aligned pillars. From left to right, it was North, Wash, me, and Tex. The four of us each exchanged looks before I started quietly whispering. "North, you go left. Wash, you and I will go down the middle. Tex, you go right." They all nodded in agreement as they prepared themselves to move. "Now!"
Wash and I started sprinting through the small field of pillars as North and Tex both disappeared from sight. After a few seconds, Tex appeared and she was firing at Michigan as he moved from cover. Tex moved around the corner and without warning, Michigan fired. Tex fell to the ground with her head covered in the hardening paint. North reappeared as well, also covered in paint. Wash and I each moved to either side of the pillar Michigan was hiding behind. I readied my dual pistols and quickly turned around the corner, only to meet Wash. We looked around for our opponent and we never thought to look up. Suddenly, Michigan back-flipped off the top of the pillar and fired at Washington with both of his weapons. He was lucky enough to dodge the paint and backed up next to me. We quickly moved behind cover and waited for a few seconds. Wash tilted his torso around the pillar and fired at Michigan, hitting him in the left shoulder. The recruit staggered back for a moment before firing at Wash, nailing him in the face. I swiftly moved from cover to cover as I tried to find my opponent.
Eventually, Michigan and I both turned around a corner and engaged each other in combat. I noticed that the paint on his shoulder was gone and that this fight would end soon. We both started firing at each other, paint barely missing the two of us. Within moments, we knocked our weapons out of each other's hands. Michigan and I started combating, hand-to-hand. We tried to strike each other, but one of us always blocked the attack. After a couple minutes of fighting, Michigan tightly gripped my arm and flipped me over onto the ground. I retaliated by bringing my knees to my chest and kicking straight up at my opponent, causing him to release his grip. We both picked up our pistols and instantly started firing. We hit each other, resulting in a tie.
"ROUND THREE: OVER. NO POINT AWARDED. TEAM ONE: 0, MICHIGAN: 2. WINNER: AGENT MICHIGAN."
The paint eventually wore off and the match was over. The pillars sunk back down into the floor as North, Wash, and Tex exited the room. My head started pounding with pain as I sat up. Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of me and I looked up to see Michigan, leaning slightly. I took a hold of his hand and he pulled me up onto my feet before speaking. "I gotta say, I expected more of a challenge from you and the others." He had a slight British accent.
"I didn't expect you to kick our asses so easily." I replied as we both chuckled. We walked out of the training room and into the locker room.
"I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. I'm Agent Michigan." He extended his hand for a handshake.
I gripped it tightly and shook hands with him. "I'm Agent Carolina and welcome to Project Freelancer."
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Carolina." He released my hand as we both smiled lightly.