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Texas grumbled angrily as she scrubbed at her armor with paint remover and black shoe polish, trying to return the metal back to its original color of gunmetal black. For one reason or another, no one really seemed to take her as seriously in bubblegum-pink. She gave a snarl as the black shoe polish slid off of the armor, leaving the pristine pink paint intact.

The door to the armory opened, and Carolina slipped inside, taking off her helmet and shaking out her red hair. Texas set down her shoulder plating for a second and stared at Carolina for a second. The other woman stowed her helmet on a shelf and started removing her armor before noticing that Tex was watching her. "What?" she asked curtly, and Texas stood.

"I know what you did," Texas snarled, coming up close to Carolina in a threatening way. Carolina backed up and crouched, preparing to defend herself should the need arise.

"Well, you have a better idea than I do, then." Carolina retorted snippily, not willing to concede.

"Well, get ready for a world of hurt, Carolina. Nobody messes with my armor and gets away with it," Texas growled. She turned, gathered up her armor, and threw it into the processing bin for the engineering team to figure out. Carolina stared after her competition, slightly confused and a lot angry. What was Tex's problem, anyway?

-The next morning-

The Freelancers were woken up from a short few hours of sleep by a sharp protest from Carolina's room. Everyone raced out and crowded around the doorway before York managed to pick the lock and slammed the door open. Carolina lay on her front in her pajamas, her feet glued firmly to the mat beside her bed, covered in the ominous thick white paste of the Director's industrial strength super glue. Carolina snarled as people started pointing and laughing at her before she propped herself up enough to point a shaky finger at Texas. "You!" she snarled, and Texas looked honestly surprised at the confrontation. "You'll pay for what you've done!"

"What have I done?" Texas asked innocently, but Carolina only responded with a scream for them all to get out of her room so that she could peel the mat and glue from her feet.

The series of events continued throughout most of the week, with Carolina and Texas doing something to one another and the victim exacting revenge from the victor Tex's weight-lifting set was rigged so that all the weights were glued together or were replaced with plastic disks made to look like the real thing. Carolina's holographic training program, instead of her regular targets, scenes from 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,' as Carolina claimed to be allergic to the show and all its fluffy cuteness. The retaliation came the next morning when Tex got out of the shower and found ALL the towels gone. Her bathrobe was missing as well, so she was forced to wait for almost an hour before she could streak back to her room and get changed, causing her to be late to her mission briefing.

The antics continued until they had been proceeding for about a week. The Freelancers all sat around at the breakfast table, not saying anything to each other. Texas and Carolina sat facing each other, neither of them willing to break contact with their sworn enemy. Finally, York spoke up.

"Enough, you two!" he said exasperatedly, and the two women looked over at him venomously. "What are you so catty about?"

"She started the whole thing by dyeing my armor hot pink!" Texas exclaimed angrily, pointing at Carolina.

"What the hell?!" Carolina scoffed. "No I didn't. You're the one that put the glue on my bed mat!"

"That's bullshit!" Texas protested. "You're also the one that rigged my weight-lifting set. I couldn't get a descent workout for three days!"

"Ladies, ladies," York said suavely, and they turned to look at him again. "There has obviously been a case of mistaken wrongdoing in this series of events. Neither of you committed those crimes?"

"No," they both responded at the same time, and York chuckled.

"Good," he sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I wouldn't want someone taking credit for all my hard work."

All the other Freelancers around the table groaned as York betrayed his secret. The two female Freelancers gave murderous glares to York before standing up suddenly, leaving together without a word.

"Was it something that I said?" York asked the table in general, and they all facepalmed in reply.

-later that night-

York felt a ticklish sensation running up and down his face in a line, going from above his eye to about his chin and around to tickle the eyelid of his damaged eye. He didn't want to wake up from his nice nap, but the tickling was becoming slightly annoying. He reached his outstretched arm up to brush away the pestering presence, and something thick and wet slammed into his face.

York's eyes shot open, and he wiped the offending shaving cream from his eyes furiously, sitting up. A note sat in his lap, and he scanned the tidy scrawl.

Go to the Corner, York. :D

- Carolina and Texas

York stood up and stretched fully just as Wash walked into the rec room.

"Dude, what happened to you?!" the younger agent asked incredulously. York eyed Wash for a second before handing him the note and pointing to the Corner of Shame. Wash read the note and looked up.

"It's for you, though," the scapegoat agent protested weakly, but York reiterated his point by shoving Washington wordlessly towards the Corner. Wash sighed as he plodded over while York went to the nearest bathroom to wash off the shaving cream.

The chapter is attributed to Ice assassin Ace, BIG Z1776, ChaosHybrid, and Insurrectionist Sniper