Washington was tried.

He had just come back from a mission, a very long, boring, and tiresome mission, and now he had to go meet a new recruit. Apparently while he was gone the Director decided to make things even more complicated for them.

He walked into his room and slumped down on his bed. He looked at the clock barley keeping his eyes open. It read 3:28 AM. Wash let out a long sigh and turned back over on his bed. He didn't even bother to take his amour off. The Rookie was supposed to come in around 3:50; Wash figured he could get a couple minuets of rest before he had to bust his ass again.

"No way" He heard someone say out side his door.

He vaguely recognized the voice, but after 5 days of no sleep he didn't care.

"Come on" He heard another voice say.

It sounded like C.T but again, he didn't care. He slammed his head back down on the pillow hoping to get some peace and quiet. Wash didn't have the best luck. He was interrupted up again by the sounds of dozens of feet running around.

"That's it!" He yelled trying to withhold his anger.

He opened the door to see dozen of simulation troopers running past him.

"Someone better be dying or-!" He stopped as he saw North running past.

"North!" Wash called and grabbed his arm.

North turned to him with the look of absolute horror on his face. He's helmet was off and so were parts of his amour. No doubt trying to get some sleep from the mission they came back from.

"What's going on?" Wash asked wondering what could put North in a state of fear like this

"South!" He said lightly chocking on his words "Apparently the new recruit got in early and did something to piss Her off, and now she's tearing the bulk head apart!"

Wash eyes went wide from this. Not much could withstand south when she was pissed, he should know, he used to date her.

No trooper had ever seen Wash and North run as fast as they did right now.

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Wash ran franticly into the hanger where a group of people were already gathered, though they were keeping there distance.

"I'm gonna Castrate you little bastard!" South screamed as what looked like the bumper of a car was thrown into the wall.

Most of the Freelancers were already there. (And standing in the front row). The crowed ducked as another object soared past. Wash ran up to Maine.

"What the hell is going on" Wash asked

"It seems that it's her time of the month" C.T replied giving a smug smile.

That was fallow by a grunt from Marine and a "Yep" from Wyoming.

Wash turned and was finally able to get a good view of the fight. And North was right, it was a mess. Vehicle parts and been thrown every which ways, and there were dents in the metal all across the hanger. Wash also saw the people in the fight. South's helmet was off and she had the look of sear rage in her eyes. Unlike South helmet the new rookie's helmet was still on though in had been smashed to hell. Wash could see dents and scrapes all along the helmet along with a very large crack in the visor. Wash also took note of the rookie. The rookie was tall, almost as tall as Maine; He also had as big physic. Wash also noticed the rookie armor was Olive green and was the standard MarkVI but nothing else. No trim colors, no accessories. Well except for the dozens knifes strapped to the rookie's armor. Wash's chain of thought was interrupted by a stray engine part from pelican soaring over his head as he ducked down to avoid the mechanical part. He saw the new agent Texas sitting on the rafters above. She held up one finger to here helmet, the universal sign of Shhh.

Washington stood back up and watched the fight for real this time. South was obviously mad and was pounding mercilessly on the guy. (If it was a guy, he didn't want to make that mistake again). But the new rookie was quick and avoided her swings and kicks. Wash had to hand it to the new guy, for someone his size he moved fast. Wash looked over at North to see the expression on his face. It was the same fear he had seen earlier but he saw a little confusion in there to. He felt the same. As he watched the fight he noticed that the new guy hadn't lad one single finger on her, and was instead using her anger and momentum to dodge her every attack. He saw some times were the rookie could have laid some serious hits on her but instead he backed out and stood there waiting for here to charge again. It was almost like he didn't want to hit her.

"Stop moving!" South screamed in anger at this new opponent but he didn't run, try to negotiate, or even flinch, he just stood there waiting for her to make her move. Wash was slightly impressed by this, Almost no one could stand up to South when she was angry like that, hell it even sacred the crap out of him sometimes.

"Hit me you little bastard!" South screamed trying to egg him on.

But the rookie just stood there in a fighting stance, not even speaking. Wash could tell that South got more irritated and made by this and charged forwarded. The rookie stepped aside at the last seconded and South fell flat on here face. South got to her knees and put her hand up to her nose in attempted to stop the bleeding. Wash almost pissed himself at the look south was giving the rookie.

"You're DEAD!" Screamed in sheer hate at this new recruit

She charged forward again but this time she was faster. She swung her arms widely in an attempt to wound her prey. The rookie dodged what looked like a blind attack, but as Wash looked closer he could see patterns and actual techniques in her movements. The rookie still dodged the barrage. South screamed and her rage built with every punch she throw. The rookie side stepped again at her punch and flew past he, though this time she kept her balance. Wash looked around and saw that the crowed had grown; He wasn't surprised if the entire station was here. He looked over at he's fellow freelancers, most of there helmets were off and he saw many emotions. North still had that look of terror in his eyes but what wasn't fear was shock. This was true for many of the Freelancers. Wash could say the same; he was beating a pissed off South with out even touching her. Although Carolina had a slight look of pleasure and interest in her eyes.

"That is it, I have had enough!" South yelled. Wash could tell that there was pure rage in her eyes.

South charged and the rookie readied his stance, but he did something that made his day a lot more interesting…He lower his defenses. It was only a slight change, one that only a trained freelancer would see but it was there, and he knew South would see it.

As if on cue South smiled and ran faster at her target. It was quick, only a couple of seconds but South punched trough his defenses. She hit him in the stomach and he fell to one knee, she then fallowed with a knee to the head and quick strike to the throat. She dealt him a few more punches and kicks. Then she backed away and charged. Once again he saw the rookie lower his guard and allow South to get the drop on him. She kicked him in the chest, picked him up and slammed him into the bulk head, denting the surface. The entire room was silent. Wash marveled at the strength of his Freelance companion. South here self looked a lit confused, Wash was to, why would he put his guard down like that? The room was silent for a few more seconds before it erupted in to cheers and groans as money exchanged hands, Of course Wash thought to himself of course they would bet on it.

"STAND DOWN!" A Southern voice yelled behind them

Wash turned to see the very angry face of Dr. Leonard Church

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"You should all be ashamed of your self!" The Director yelled in anger "Destruction of military property, Insubordination, and unauthorized hostility towards military personal!"

Everyone there looked towards the rookie, who was now out of the wall and stumbling around trying to regain his balance.

"What do you have to say for your self?!" The Director yelled at South

"I don't-"

"You don't know! Maybe you should think before you act South"

The Director stomped off leaving everyone confused and scared.

York jogged over to the rookie, who was now sitting on a create.

"Let get this off" York said as he reached his hand out to remove the rookie's helmet

The rookie grabbed York's hands with lighting speed, looking up at him.

"Come on you need_" York tried to say

"No" The rookie replied

He had a deep voice gruff voice, no as deep as Maine's but it was still there. He got up and cracked his back.

"I'm fine"

York looked unconvinced but finally after a second he shrugged and slapped him on the back.

"Well" York said "I've got to hand it to you kid, not many can fight South when she's angry"

The rookie nodded chuckled a bit.

"Yeah no kidding"

The rookie walked over to South and bent down.

"What the hell do you what?!" She snarled

"Nothing" the rookie shrugged as he put his hand on her nose

"What the-AHHH!" South yelled as the rookie popped her nose back into place

South stood up and shoved to rookie back.

"What the hell did you!-Mmmmm" South grabbed her nose

"Better right" The rookie said crossing his arms

"Oh yeah" South said relieved

She then remembered that she was in front of her Freelancers and stormed out.

The rookie sighed

"Oh hey thanks" The rookie intimated south voice

"No problem" The rookie replied to himself

He shook his head once more and walked over to the rest of the Freelancers.

"Are you Agent Washington?" The rookie said pointing to Wash

"Uhh…What…I mean Yeah, Yeah" Wash stumbled trying to make sense of this situation

The Rookie gave a crisp military salute

"Sir, I was told to report to you!" The rookie said

"Well" Wyoming said "This should be fun"

Wash shook his head; Wyoming always trained the new recruits.

"What's your name?" Wash asked

"Agent Colorado, Sir"

Agent Colorado he thought I thought that name was reserve. But then he remembered Texas and sighed.

"Colorado" York remarked interested

"What's your name Rookie?" C.T asked

The rookie paused "I told you Sir, Colorado"

Carolina chuckled "No she means your real name"

Colorado paused "I…don't have one"

"Come on" York said trying to coax him

Colorado just stood there looking at York.

Wash shook his head and put his hand on the rookie's shoulder. "Alright come on" we have to get you out of the thing"

Colorado shrugged "I've had worse"

The rookie followed Wash down the corridor.

After a brief tour of the mess area, training room, and barracks Colorado went off to change into new armor. Wash stumbled back into his room and fell on his bed. He looked over at the clock. It read 12:45. Wash ground and turned over on his side. After a minute of cursing about the time he passed out.