Seth woke up, and felt like something was off. He hadn't woken up to his alarm clock. He rolled over, and looked at his clock. It said 7:45 A.M., He had over slept. He looked closer, and saw the alarm had been set to P.M.
Somebody had to have changed it, he remembered setting it correctly! He threw on his helmet, and ran out of room full speed, forgetting the rest of his armor. He raced down the hall, trying not to be late for breakfast, knocking down some marines on his way.
Seth flew through the double doors, and ran into the line. Luckily almost nobody was there, Almost.He looked, and saw the table of agents he had saw the day before. They were all laughing. Laughing at him. This pissed him off.
He marched over to the table, and glared at them from under his helmet.
"Is something, funny?" He said, an edge to his voice.
"No, nothing at all." A guy wearing tan armor said, grinning.
"Oh, really? Then care to explain why my alarm clock was tampered with, and I didn't get a shower this morning?" Seth asked obviously pissed off.
"Ok, Ok. You got us. The tan guy said. "We like to pull pranks on the newbies." He added.
"No harm done? He asked Seth.
"No harm done? No harm done?! I ALMOST FUCKING MISSED BREAKFEST!" Seth yelled.
"Whoa, calm done there." A guy wearing black and yellow armor told him. "It was only a joke."
"Don't mess with my fucking food." Seth growled.
"I like him." A girl wearing light purple and green armor said. Seth sighed and sat down.
"Sorry, I'm just really nervous." Seth said to them.
"Well, let us introduce ourselves!" The tan guy said. "I'm York, That's Wash, Maine, North and South, and Wyoming." He said, pointing around the table.
"I'm Pennsylvania." Seth said.
"Pennsylvania…" York said, thinking. "You my friend need a nickname."
"A nickname?" Seth asked.
"Yeah, see, North and South are really North Dakota and South Dakota. But we just call them North and South for short." York said.
"How bout, Pen?" South asked.
Everyone at the table agreed to this.
"So, my nickname is pen?" Seth asked.
"Yep." York replied.
"Well, we gotta go train, you should come." South said to him.
"I don't know…"
"Awww. C'mon!"
"It's just, the Director really doesn't want me with you guys." Seth said.
"He will never know!" South replied.
"South….." North tried to warn his sister.
"She's right, you should come Pen, you'll only watch, I swear." York said, Seth thought about it, and gave in.
"Fine, just let me get my armor."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Seth stood on the observation deck, as he watched the other agents train. It was three on three, lockdown paint. The teams were, Wash, York and North, against, South, Wyoming and Maine. Wyoming and North were in a sniper battle, while the others tried to paint each other.
He watched, as York was picked off by South, with a well-placed paint grenade. North managed to hit Wyoming, and then turned his attention to helping his team mates. Maine rammed right through a pillar, and into York. York flew back and hit another pillar, with a loud crack. He fell to the ground, clutching his arm. Maine walked up to him.
"I-I think it's broken." York said, obviously in large amounts of pain.
They ended round, and medics helped York to the med bay. They no longer had enough people to finish their training. The five of them all looked to the observation deck, and to Seth.
"Oh no!" He said into the speaker.
"come on, we need another person to finish the match." Wash told him.
"No." Seth said.
"Please?" South asked. Seth thought for a minute, then sighed.
"Ok, I'm coming down." He said to them.
OOOOOOOOOOOOO
"This is a very bad idea." Seth said, holding a magnum.
"It'll be fine." Was tried to reassure him."
He had replaced York on Wash's team. He knew this was going to be a bad decision.
"3…2…1, Round start!"
Wash flanked left, as Seth flanked right. He heard sniper fire, then heard North exclaim. They had just lost their sniper. He kept moving, trying to avoid the others. He knew he was out of his league, and that any one of them would crush him.
Seth stopped when he saw Wyoming on the top of a pillar. He was pointing his rifle right at Seth. He fired. Seth activated his HUD, as the shot slowed, and he was able to dodge it pretty easily. Wyoming jumped down from the pillar and came toward him, thinking he had hit his target. Seth jumped out from behind the pillar, and surprised Wyoming.
Seth grabbed the sniper rifle, and ripped it from Wyoming's hands. Wyoming rushed Seth, and tried to fight, hand to hand. But Wyoming was a sniper, not a master of melee combat. He tried to kick Seth's legs out, but Seth jumped over the kick, causing Wyoming to lose his balance. Seth took his chance.
He grabbed Wyoming and turned him around. He then punched Wyoming multiple times on the visor, knocking him back. He pulled out his pistol, and painted Wyoming to a pillar. He had just taken out a freelancer.
He had just beat a fucking freelancer! Seth turned, feeling accomplished, only to have the air squeezed from his lungs, as he was kicked in the chest. He hit a pillar, and fell on his ass. He looked up, to see South pointing a BR at his head.
"Maybe next time." She said sweetly.
Seth groaned, before his head was covered I n paint, followed by his chest, arms, legs, and balls.