"Right!"

There was a loud crack as a foot crashed into the door, all but knocking it from its hinges. Calhoun stomped through, with Sora, Donald, Goofy and Ralph following cautiously behind her.

"Why… din'cha just open the door?" Goofy frowned.

"No time for that," Calhoun shouldered her rifle. "Right pansies, siddown, we've got important things to discuss."

Without a word, the four companions sat around a large central table. Ralph made the wise decision and chose the floor. It was a... depressing room, to say the least. Walls, ceiling, floors... all black. Black and papers, lots of papers, stuck to surfaces like a giant 3D notice board.

But before Sora could connect the dots, Calhoun had begun explaining,

"In the past few days, these scum suckers have broken past the boundaries of our game, and invaded at least four others, including Street Fighter and Duck Shoot. And this is information that does not leave this room, ladies. Am I clear?"

"...y-yeah," Sora gulped up at her, while everyone else just nodded.

"Now I've got the boys doing sweeps of the games in question," Calhoun continued with her brief, "in their spare time, I might add. Because on top of keeping this place secure, we have to report for Coin Duty all the damn time! So understandably we're all very tired!"

"What's Coin Duty?" Sora hissed to Ralph on his left. The giant simply gave him a sour look.

"You don't even know that?" His face fell. "...coin duty is where-"

"Am I missin' something, Wreck-it?"

Ralph snapped to attention, only to find an irate looking Calhoun staring him 'down', with folded arms and thin lips.

"Wanna continue the brief for me?" She asked, her voice dangerously silky. "C'mon c'mon, take my spot here, you can tell us all about your plan."

"I uh, I don't... don't have a plan, ma'am." Ralph resisted her attempts to drag him across the ground.

"Oh, you don't?" Calhoun looked horrified. "Well that's a damn crying shame. Now maybe you should all listen to the one person here, who DOES have a plan! Means you too, duck!"

Donald stopped sniggering instantly.

"Right! Now if we're listening...?" Calhoun challenged.

"Sorry...!" Sora mouthed back at Ralph, who simply blanked the boy.

"Okay, so if you'd waited another thirty seconds, Sora," Calhoun barked at him. "You woulda learned what Coin Duty was. Y'see, us video game characters have to report to our games every so often, like a roll call if you will. If we're not there, our game could get shut down and removed entirely, and this would be considered a bad result. So my men and I make sure that the games are still standing when Coin Duty rolls around."

"Uh huh...?" Sora nodded. "That... kinda makes sense I guess?"

"So here's where you come in," Calhoun waved her hand towards him. "Seeing as you don't seem to be from around here, and DON'T think I've forgotten about that," she pressed, "that means you and your uh, friends here can help with our sweeps while we've got Coin Duty. It means we can also take a damn nap every now and again. Capiche?"

"Err..." Sora was hesitant. "W-what's Capi-"

"-do you understand?" Simpler English made Calhoun roll her eyes.

"...yes?" Sora winced.

"Good enough," Calhoun almost smiled. "Right, come this way, let's get you three geared up."

"Three?" Ralph spluttered. "H-hey! What about me?!"

"Coin Duty, Wreck-It!" Calhoun yelled from across the room. "You were listening, right?"

"Y-yes ma'am!" Ralph threw a hand in front of his face in emergency salute, though it quickly turned into a shield for his grumbling.

"Heard that," calm as day, she rebuked. "Now, you get your ass back to your game. If we need ya, we'll give you a call!"

"A... call?" Sora stared in confusion at all the weird tech that was being forced on him. Armour plating? Energy sensors? Energy bars...?

"Yeah. A call." Calhoun deadpanned. "Don't tell me you've never used one of these before?"

Pushed into Sora's hands was an old fashioned walkie talkie, like he and Riku used to play cops with.

"Cy-Bugs have learned to scramble our communications, so we've gotta go a bit more... old school," she explained. "And also, I hate to admit it, but all this gear actually suits you, kid. You look... you look good in it."

Sora frowned at Calhoun's reproach, and span around to face a mirror. And instantly he could see what she meant. With a full black armoured military-style armour, complete with all sorts of gadgets and doodads, he'd evolved from an awkward spiky haired teenager and become a man.

The shoulder pads and armoured sections really bulked him out where he needed it, and he even felt stronger by simply wearing it. Even better, his keyblade slotted perfectly into the holster on his back, though that was probably meant for a blaster or something. Donald and Goofy both looked a lot more impressive too, with Goofy's shield sporting a much thicker black design - though he looked like he was struggling with the weight of it - and Donald was wearing a weird scope thing with a bunch of lights on it.

"Oh yeah, one last thing," Calhoun grabbed his attention again. This time she passed the young man what looked like an ID card.

"That'll get you past security, cause there's no doubt you look a bit suspicious." She actually smiled. "So yeah, don't you let me down, got it punk?"

Sora flailed a hand to his head in a rushed salute, "...got it!"

"You better." Calhoun gave him another death stare. "Anyway, the boys and I have gotta report to Coin Duty in ten minutes. You've got until then to get your ass back to Game Central Station. Remember where that is?"

Sora waved a shaky hand in the air, "uhh... sorta?"

"Good enough..." Calhoun groaned. "Right, just remember not to let the bright light see you. If it does, you'll be seen as a threat, and the game will spawn defences. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Good," Calhoun clapped a hand on his shoulder, which hurt through the shoulder pad. With a smile, she said, "now get outta my sight."