A Day in the STATION
SHIELD STATION Operations
Washington DC
October 23rd, 2013
"Now, we will start with an examination of SHIELD's current computers. The newest processors require excellent maintenance to run at peak performance. Here, you can see that the storage has been damaged. Can one of you tell me how to deal with such an issue without a spare drive?"
A hand raised in the front, Ozzy Emerson.
"Yes Cadet Emerson?"
Emerson spoke slowly; "Sir, wouldn't you simply run a reboot to the power cell to allow for emergency systems?"
"Close Cadet, but unfortunately, that would take far too long. Any one else?"
Connor, cautiously, raised his hand.
"Yes Cadet West?"
"Sir, you would bypass the damage by using the OS Command Prompt to access the ships wireless servers. Alternatively, you could re route your data flow to the nearest system to continue operations, until repairs are complete."
Instructor Fremont smiled;
"Very good, Cadet."
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30 minutes later, Lunch Block C
Connor walked into the Canteen. The smell of food making his stomach rumble. He eyed the numerous food stations. Nachos, Pizza, Hamburgers, Salads, and Soup. Not alot in his eyes, but enough to feed himself until class ended.
Moving over to the Pizza station, Connor grabbed a plate and prepared to dish up when a hand swatted his plate down. Shocked, Connor turned to face the assialiant.
Ozzy Emerson, and Walter Bailey. The (Formerly) Top of the Class, and the (Barely) Fifth in the class.
Ozzy wasn't the biggest guy. He was a stocky 5'9, and weighed in at maybe 165 pounds. Gives off the "peaked in high school" vibe.
Walter though, was a very big guy. At 6'4, 243 pounds, and majored in Chemistry, Walter was a real candidate for the STATION support crew, the very group that works with the Avengers.
Why he followed Ozzy, was anyone's guess.
"Listen here, prick. I don't know how you knew that, but I suggest you quit cheating, or you'll get thrown out!" Ozzy barked, right in Connor's face.
"I didn't cheat! It's right in the tech manual, page 276! You would know if you read, punk!"
Ozzy looked like Connor had stepped on his dog;
"Why I 'otta-"
Walter stepped in between
"Not here, Ozz. He isn't worth it."
Ozzy stopped at that. He looked up at Walter. He then glanced at Connor, huffed, and turned to leave.
"Just remember, I have my eyes on you, Prick."
With that, Ozzy stormed off.
Connor stood for a few seconds, Then, he turned back to the Pizza, grabbing a new plate to dish up.
"Dumbass." He muttered to himself.
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STATION Head Instructor's Office
*1 Hour later
"Cadet West, calling him a "punk" will only escalate the situation. You failed to conduct yourself in a professional manner during the incident. Your punishment will be cleaning, 4 hours after class today. I will notify Agent Romanoff to come collect you afterward, understood?"
Connor nodded, and replied with a steady "Yes sir."
"Good. You are to locate the Janitorial lounge. There, you will receive your supplies. Dismissed."
4 Hours later
Connor was waiting in front of the STATION facility when a black Corvette rolled up on front of him. The passenger window rolling down to reveal Natasha Romanoff.
"Get In." She ordered.
Connor silently complied.
As they merged into traffic, Natasha looked over to Connor
"I'm not mad."
Connor was surprised " Really?"
"No. You actually handled it really well. I would've broke his hand."
Connor smiled at that.
"So what did Ozzy get hit with?"
"3 months of cleaning. He instigated."
Connor looked over at Natasha
"Are we in High Five territory?"
Natashs silently raises a
flat hand to Connor in response, and Connor moves to high five, when Natasha moves her hand.
"Too slow, Speedy."
"I hate you."
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With Connor settled down and situated, Natasha headed to the roof. A glance around revealed that she was alone. She brought up her phone and dialed Nick Fury.
"Sir, Romanoff here."
"Agent Romanoff. Report."
"Green across the board. Connor is over today's altercation."
"Good to hear. Cadet Emerson is facing a deduction in points. The odds are good he won't be in the top ten again for some time. It's a shame, he's s bright kid."
"Bright people don't attack others for outperforming them."
"Point to Romanoff. How's West's psyche?"
"Good. Getting better everyday. He's starting to open up to me. Tells me a few funny stories or jokes here and there. He's comfortable, sir."
"Excellent. Your SHIELD term ends in December, you'll relocate to the tower in January."
"Understood sir."
"Fury out."
With a press of a button, Romanoff returned to her apartment.
Connor was getting better, in her eyes. He was getting faster, and smarter. His fitness was improving and he was opening up.
But these next few months would test him. Hell, it would test them both.
AUTHORS NOTE* Chapter Two was a little short. I ended up doing that one on Mobile, as well as Chapter One. Three will (Hopefully) be the Last Mobile Chapter.
As a apology for the Short Ch.2, I'm giving you guys a third. I'll have the next one up by Monday, I'm thinking.
Fin.
