Here it is! chapter 2! I said I'd have it up quick lol. Enjoy! and don't forget to review =P
The freelancers eventually decided to all start playing an ancient dancing game in the rec room, trying to match the moves of the poorly animated person on the screen as a camera watched them. North and Maine had just finished their round, both failing miserably and ignoring the jeers from the others, as a furious looking South stormed in. "This is bull shit!" She hissed in anger. The others traded looks wondering what the hell had happened. "The new guy is a fucking asshole!" she ranted. "What the hell happened?" Tex asked pushing off the wall she had been leaning on.
"I showed him around the whole damn ship, the training room, the mess hall, the locker room and the armory, the bridge. And then I show him the dorms and they already had a door with his name next to it. His room is fucking huge and nice! Privileged fucking asshole!" She screamed. "What the hell South? He's been here less than three hours and you already got into his room? That's quick, even for you." Wash said cheekily. The whole room looked at him in shock. Wyoming and York, who were sitting next to him, moved away as if he suddenly had contracted the plague. "It's been nice knowing you ol' chap." Wyoming said sadly as the realization of what he had just said washed over Wash's face. Before he could utter an apology South punched him in the face, knocking him back over the couch. "You sick freak! I saw it when his door slid open!"
"Aren't you over reacting for a room?" Tex asked with a shake of her head. "Don't act like you have any idea, Ms. Fucking perfect. You're obviously the Director's favorite, and we've all seen how you get special treatment. And you have a tiny ass shoebox of a room with a bed designed for kids just like the rest of us! His room had a giant bed, plenty of space, and was decorated so as not to even look like it was in a damn ship! Plus he has that whole damn supposedly restricted bay now for whatever the hell those crates were. He's obviously going to end up some spoiled ass prick!"
"South, calm down. Of course he's going to need a bigger bed. The dudes huge! Give the guy a chance!" North tried to calm his sister down. "Yeah, let's get to know him before we decide on him being an ass. Besides, he can't be worse than Wash." York joked. "Speak of the devil!" He added as the door slid open and Colorado walked in. "Hey! I found you guys. I just wanted to thank you for showing me around, South." He said triumphantly. "Oh, shut the hell up!" South growled before storming out the door. "Did I miss something?" He wondered. "Sorry. My sister can be a bit…" North paused, searching for the proper description. "Crazy? Insane? Psychotic?" Wash interjected, holding his hand over his eye. "I was going to say sporadic. But I guess those would work too." North finished, laughing. "…Ok then… so what are you all up to?" Colorado wondered. "Playing an old dance game. You can take my turn; I'd rather not go against Carolina. I'd rather go against someone less skilled at dancing. Like Wyoming!" C.T. said happily. "Thanks for that. It's much appreciated." Wyoming said sarcastically as Carolina started picking the song for them to dance to. "I've never really danced before." Colorado said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"You've never danced!? What about in School? They always have multiple dances every year." C.T. said in shock. "I had a very…unique education experience. We didn't have dances." He laughed uneasily. "Well then this should be easy for me! Just follow the moves that the guy on the screen does. The more accurately you execute the move the more points you get. And the moves usually end up as a pattern if you look close enough." Carolina said before starting the round. She ended up with an easy lead to start with as Colorado watched the moves and clumsily followed. About a quarter of the way into the game he found the rhythm and managed to quickly close the gap, coming really close to Carolina's score before the song ended. "That was pretty good! You learn fast." The redhead said the happiness in her voice coming across as slightly faked. Colorado didn't seem to notice, but the rest of the room did. Carolina was thinking he might be a threat to her position on the leaderboard, something she was already furious at Tex about.
"Dinner is now ready in the mess hall." An artificial voice said over the intercom of the ship. "Who was that?" Colorado asked. "The ships AI, F.L.I.S.S." Tex said. After the announcement Maine, Wash, Wyoming, North, and York all bolted out the door and could be heard running through the halls. By the sounds of it, someone even managed to knock over a pair of marines, who were yelling angrily after the five male agents. Colorado stared after them, his thoughts wondering what kind of crazy people he was now working with. "We should probably get going. Everyone rushes to the mess hall after that announcement and the late comers end up with the crappy food." Tex said. "Racing for food? That brings back memories." Colorado chuckled with a fond smile, before he chased after the girls who had bolted out the room. He watched as they nimbly led the way through the halls, each of them dodging the marines with ease. He chose a simpler routine. He would let out fierce battle growls to alert the marines to his presence and watch as they hastened to remove themselves from his way. He ran through a doorway onto a catwalk that turned to his right, and led to stairs down to the floor of the big room twenty feet below them, and on the wall opposing the catwalk was a doorway with bright yellow letters saying mess hall. He decided to just hurdle over the catwalk rails and landed on the ground below, tucking into a roll as he went, before he popped back up and bolted into the door before the girls had even gotten all the way down the stairs.
Inside the mess hall he saw a small line of marines for the food, and the male agents sitting at a table eating and occasionally throwing their food. South was also in the room, sitting alone at a table eating a small plate of food and giving off a vibe that said stay the hell away from me. Colorado got into the line behind the marines, and smirked as the girls entered the room and walked up behind him. "A twenty foot drop without any armor on? Are you crazy?" Tex scolded him. "Technically…a little." The new agent joked; though it didn't make the female agents smile. "Unnecessary risks like that are very bad for freelancers! You could have broken something and screwed up the training sessions for the rest of us!" Carolina growled. "Trust me that is a VERY unlikely probability." Colorado said simply before turning and grabbing a trey, which he piled high with as much food as he thought he could possibly fit onto the plate, so much so that the marines were staring at the vast quantity. He walked away and sat down with the other agents, sitting next to North and across from Wash. "Why were they yelling at you? Do you enjoy making girls mad?" York asked. "They were mad I jumped from the catwalk in the other room. And no, I'm just not really used to working with girls." He said, before starting to shove food into his mouth. "You did WHAT!?" Wash yelled, spitting a bite of his burger out in shock. Colorado stared at Wash, before stating simply, "You are very lucky that didn't land in my food."
"You have enough food there to have leftovers. It's not that big a deal." Wash responded. Colorado shook his head and went to eating his food in silence as the other agents talked and joked, with the girls coming and joining them eventually. Colorado, to the shock, amusement, and horror, of the others managed to finish off his entire plate in the same amount of time as the others managed to finish their meals. He looked up from his empty plate to see everyone staring at him. "Is there something on my face?" he asked. "You finished more food just now than I have ever been able to eat in a day." York said. "Are you even human?" C.T. asked playfully. "Yes I'm human! I'm used to eating when I can, and I'm not used to getting this good of food. Usually it's just crappy MREs." He chuckled in response. "Next time, we have to make sure to get here before he does. I highly doubt anything good will be left after he eats anymore." Tex whispered to C.T. "Alright, well I'm going to go catch some zs. Didn't get much sleep on the last ship; can't sleep around those spooks." Colorado said with a slight shiver. He walked out of the mess hall, rubbing his temples in discomfort.
"Well I guess he seems nice enough a person. I just wonder how good he will be in training tomorrow." Carolina asked the others. "I'm betting he'll be at least decent. Definitely better than Wash." York remarked. "What the hell York?" Wash said angrily. "Oh please lad. Everyone knows you're the worst of the bunch here." Wyoming said, sipping a cup of tea.
