Chapter 2: Meetings
UNSMC Frigate Mother of Invention, hanger
"Where are they?" the soldier in steel armor with yellow trim asks. "Yeah, Wash is right, they should have contacted us by now," a woman in brown armor says. At this a big hulking man in white armor and orange trim nods at this. "Well, C.T. and Maine, there is not much to do but what," a man in tan armor and silver trim says. "Maybe that will be sooner than you think, York" the man in white armor named Wyoming says, pointing at an incoming Pelican. When it lands the first people out are North and South.
The next person, however, is completely unrecognized. Clayton, wearing his hat from before and his rifle across his back, steps down the ramp behind the twins. A woman in cyan colored armor steps forward. "Who are you?" She asks him. Clayton smiles at her. "The name is Clayton," he says simply. "North, why the hell did you bring this guy here?" The woman asks North. "He's here, Agent Carolina, because I told them to bring him here," the southern accent notifies everyone that the Director is in the room, accompanied by the Consular and two marines.
"Agent Carolina, meet our newest member, Agent Pennsylvania," he informs the woman. "I'll leave the introductions to you." With that he leaves the hanger, closely followed by the Consular and the marines. When he is gone, Pennsylvania is almost immediately bombarded by questions from the members present. "Guys, don't overwhelm the kid. Come on then, let me show you around," Carolina tells him.
Later
"And this is the training room," Carolina informs the Polish newcomer. "By the way, do you really use that old gun on your back?" Pennsylvania has a look of indignation on his face. "First of all, this 'old gun' is a Mauser Gewher 98. Second of all, yes, of course I use it," he tells her. "Well then, care to demonstrate it?" Carolina tells him.
"I bet you ten dollars that I will not miss a single shot and all five of them will be fatal shots. Care to accept that?" He counters. She nods and then says, "F.I.L.S.S, can you set up a target for Pennsylvania?" "Of course, Agent Carolina," an A.I. responds. A target is set up on the opposite side of the room. "You may want step back a bit," Pennsylvania recommends. He sees that all the agents from the hanger are watching him, as well as the Director. Pennsylvania takes his gun, turns off safety, and aims the gun.
When the sights are lined up, he pulls the trigger. As always, the bullet buries itself into the man shaped target, landing in the area of the heart. He sees that the dummy has red paint in it because some of it is leaking through the hole the bullet had made. He reloads the gun, aims, and shoots three more bullets. One of them each hit the legs and the left arm, severing the arteries in them. On his last bullet, he takes careful aim, then fires.
This bullet hits the dummy right in the middle of the throat, virtually destroying it. Pennsylvania has the feeling that he may have just earned a fair amount of respect for him. "How is that?" He asks innocently. Carolina, after getting over her immense shock, hands him ten dollars. "Thank you," Pennsylvania says to her. "How the hell did you do that?" she asks, still shocked.
"Years of practice help," Pennsylvania says, clearly intent to not tell much now. "Oh, that reminds me, we need to get you a suit of armor. Is there anything you want?" Carolina asks Pennsylvania. "Yeah, the armor type is the regular marine armor. The color is blue with white trim," he tells her. Carolina laughs at this. "You're joking, right? Why would you want such light armor?"
"No, I am deadly serious about this. And if I am able to move light I can fight better," he counters. "Alright, it's your funeral. Anyway, let me show you to your room," When the two get there, Pennsylvania thanks her for the tour. "No problem. Also, your armor should be ready in a day or two," Carolina tells him. "Oh, if you want to, you and the others can call me Penn if you want to. Might be less of a mouth full to say," Pennsylvania tells her.
Penn then goes into his room and puts his stuff down. He first cleans his rifle. When that is done, he then goes to bed.
MorgothII: Intriguing so far, huh? Well, all I can tell you for now without giving away too much is that Agent Pennsylvania will have an interesting time here at Project Freelancer. Anyway,
