"BAIRD!" an angry female voice called out. Baird, the sarcastic blonde mechanic didn't take his eyes off a object he was fixing just as Sam, an Australian woman with light dark skin and Delta Squad member, came bursting inside, holding a basket filled with clothes with black oil on them. She threw them in the ground, finally causing Baird to turn around with a mean look on his face.

"May I help you madam?" Baird asked in an annoyed tone.

"What did I say about wiping your filthy hands on my clothes?" Sam asked angrily.

"I forgot, I really wasn't paying attention at your usual rabbling nonsense."

Sam glared at him and folded her arms over her chest.

"Baird I'm sick and tired of washing these tough stains so now YOU are gonna do it!"

"Absolutely not! I'm busy and I'm not your butler. So why don't you turn your annoying self around and leave me alone so I can concentrate," complained Baird.

"Oh trust me. I would love not being here right now but you always have to cook up some scheme for me to come back here and argue with you. And it's very annoying," groaned Sam.

"You are very annoying. Everyone here is very annoying. I wish I can have some peace and quiet but no! I'm always dealing with a bitchy person who can't even knock when they barge in."

Sam narrowed his eyes at him.

"Baird if there was a medal for biggest sarcastic asshole in the world, you would definitely win first place," said Sam.

"Thanks I actually consider that a compliment."

Sam rolled her eyes and watched him screw in some bolts.

"What is so important that you are working on that can't wait until you wash my clothes?"

"I'm building something to shut you up. It's pretty important actually," groaned Baird.

Sam did a sarcastic laugh before walking towards the door.

"Ya know Baird, I always wondered. Why are you such a prick?"

Baird didnt respond. He was hammering something down. Sam narrowed his eyes at him.

"I asked you a question!"

Baird put his hammer down and rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Sam, I swear the world would be so much better if you were to just can it for once. Every single day I have to deal with you and I feel like life would be easier for me if you would just leave me alone! Now please will you scram and bother someone else please?!"

Sam growled quietly before bawling up her shirt and throwing at the back of his head. Baird groaned loudly before throwing the shirt back at her. Sam stormed out his room and leaned back on the wall. She couldn't stand the asshole. They had nothing in common and Baird was always such a dick towards her. Well not just her, everyone else except Cole and she never knew why. But who can hate Cole? He was a loveable guy with an enthusiastic attitude. How can he...be friends with a stuck up asshole like Baird? Sam just couldn't understand that.

"Hey Sam."

Sam jumped before realizing it was only Clayton Carmine who just stepped out his room. He was wearing his helmet and a tight black tank top with blue jeans.

"Oh hey Carmine," Sam greeted back with a unhappy tone.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah everything is fine. Just had another argument with Captain Smartass in here," replied Sam. Carmine chuckled and shook his head.

"Yeah. That's Baird for ya. Well I was heading to the bar. Do you wanna grab a drink...and maybe talk about it?" he asked her. Sam thought about it. She could use a drink or too and it was only Carmine. She could trust him.

"Alright sure. I'm down for it," replied Sam. Carmine patted her back before they walked towards the elevator and headed inside. As soon as the doors closed, Baird quietly stepped outside and looked towards the elevator. He heard their whole conversation from inside his room and had a frown on his face.

"Wish that could had been me instead of him," he whispered to himself. He rubbed the back of his head before heading back inside.