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"You have got to be kidding me.." York sighed as he and the rest of the Freelancer group nervously walked through the entrance of a large supermarket.
The Director had told them that morning that he had a special mission for them that would be a bit different than what they are used to. He had said it would be a test of endurance and adaptation. Mysterious as the Director was about the mission, it was easy to see that the Freelancers were interested in this new "special" mission.
"Now I want all of you to prep for your mission and then return to the briefing room as soon as possible," the Director instructed. A simultaneous "Yes Sir!" rang through the room as the members of the Freelancer project began to exit the room.
"One more thing troops," the Director called out. "No armor, no weapons. All of you will report back to me in regular civilian attire before leaving on your mission. Dismissed." Suspicion rose as the troops slowly went back to their rooms to change out of their armor.
Washington and Maine walked to their dorm in silence, neither knowing what to expect of this new mission.
"Where could we possibly be going that doesn't require weapons and armor?" Washington thought out loud a he removed his armor and replaced it with a grey t-shirt and blue jeans.
Maine growled and shrugged as he struggled to remove his chest plate. Letting out a small laugh, Wash made his way over to the large Freelancer.
"You have to unlatch it first dumbass," Wash chuckled. "Guess you're not used to taking that off huh? Come to think of it, I've never seen you without your armor..do you sleep in it?" A deep, threatening growl echoed in Maine's throat. "Calm down, jeez. I was only kidding," Washington surrendered.
York whistled as Carolina walked out of her room dressed in a blue tank top and dark jeans.
"Watch it York," she spat as she continued on down the hallway to the briefing room with York trailing closely behind her.
As Carolina and York entered the noticed they weren't the first to be ready to go, which earned an irritated huff from Carolina. York glanced around the room, curious to see his comrades in normal clothing. North and South stood off to the side, North in khaki pants and a dark purple and green t-shirt while South sported a light purple and green spaghetti strap shirt and short jean cutoffs. Wyoming wore a white long sleeve shirt and black slacks, looking a bit too fancy for an official mission.
Everyone turned to the door as it opened to reveal a smug Washington and a very uncomfortable looking Maine. North spit out the coffee that had previously been in his mouth as he saw the slang sight. Maine was following close behind Wash in some very worn looking blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt that looked ready to rip right off the big man's body, although it did cover his whole torso.
"He didn't have any regular close besides that pair of jeans," Wash explained as he patted the big Freelancer on the arm. "So I lent him the biggest shirt I had..though it really does look like it fits kinds tight on the big fella." Growling and pushing past Washington, Maine stalked over to lean on the wall as far away from everyone a possible.
A few moments later the Director entered causing everyone to straighten up and salute. "At ease," he said as he walked to the front of the room.
"Now that you are all ready we can get down to business," he started. "It has recently come to my attention that though all of you are very skilled and well trained in combat, almost none of you know how to interact correctly with people other than your own comrades." The Director glanced around the room noticing not a single agent would look up him in the eyes.
"I thought as much," he whispered. "This is unacceptable. We're you ever to go on an undercover mission where you were posing a normal civilians..the mission would surely be a failure. Therefore, I have decided to send all of you on a rather different type of mission to test and train your communication and interaction skills. I want to see how well you all can maintain composure and not draw attention to yourselves in public," the Director paused and looked around the room once more at the now nervous looking Freelancers.
"Agent Carolina, you are going to take your squad grocery shopping."
