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[York lifts his hand in a kind of wave to Washington, before setting off to get to the lounge. There's an announcement overhead, though.]
'Agent New York report immediately to the lab, full armor.'
[York's brow furrowed.
The lab?
Well, if he was being called, he didn't have a choice but to go.
So, he ran down to his room to quickly grab his suit and pull it on before dashing out and going to the lab to see what he was needed for.]

[An... AI? Named Delta. Who was carved from and filled with logic. When asked his thoughts on it, York just stared into space for a moment.]
It's... weird. There's gonna be someone else inside my head?
[York was then told it wasn't really a person, but there would indeed be a new voice and presence residing in his mind, able to offer advice and even strengthen the enhancements in his armor.
Even though it would be helpful, it was still weird. York wasn't quite warming up to this idea. But he didn't really have a choice. Who knows? Maybe it would be fun.]

[It didn't take long at all, and soon there was a glowing green light at his face. The left side of his face, near his bad eye. He had to turn his head to look at the little holographic suit of armor.]
So, you're Delta, huh?
I am. And you are Agent New York. Position two on the leader-boards. You are an infiltration specialist, and you enjoy picking the locks presented to you.
I prefer the term 'breaking and entering'.
[Yea. This was definitely weird. There was... a whole new being in his head, sorting through his thoughts and filing them. York felt like he was being violated. Which, he kind of was. Right? Did it count if it was a computer program doing it?]

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[Under the gazes of both York and Delta, Wash fidgets a little. ...Or a lot. Then they're talking again, and he splutters a little because he is so not awkward. ...He likes to tell himself that, anyway.

He's done spluttering by the time York pats his shoulder, and he looks up at that grin. That stupid grin... And again, he listens to the banter between York and the AI.]

I didn't think that he does. ...I just--I don't know, it's just kind of...weird. ....And I'm not awkward. [Liiiieeeesssss.] I...just don't know what to...or how to...I mean, it's--he's--a computer program. I don't know how to talk to.... You know what, I'm just...gonna stop talking now.

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Told ya.
[York smirks in Delta's direction, proving that he was right about Washington being awkward. Delta just brushes it off, choosing not to comment.

York then turns his sight back onto Washington.]
So, you came all this way to visit me. We might as well hang out, right?
[Yea, because the last time they hung out worked so well. But, hey, they don't have to stay in York's room. Not if Wash doesn't want to.]
We can either chill here, or go train some more? Or make more pudding. You can show me how good a pudding-maker you are, since you're so much better at it than me.

[Wash huffs, but he doesn't argue the point further. He knows there's no point. When York turns back to him, he nods because yeah, they might as well hang out, he guesses. It would help get past the weirdness, though he realizes now that they've been doing pretty okay so far.]

No, no more pudding. I'd rather do something that we can't get in shit for. ...You said Delta is supposed to help you on missions, right? Well...I mean, it might be a good idea to get some training in with him, so you know what you're doing? [York is already good, and Wash imagines that with an AI to assist him...he'll be an even tougher opponent. But hey, he can at least offer him some help in getting used to fighting with an AI in his head now, right?]

I told you yesterday, Wash.
[York begins with the first mention of yesterday.]
Never think I don't know what I'm doing.

[York was fully armored again, standing in the middle of a training room. Delta was looking around, taking in his surroundings.
York cracked his knuckles, waiting to start.]

[Wash steps up to stand opposite York again, but this time he's wearing his armor. This is a relief to him, especially with the form of training he's planning to suggest.]

You want to do lockdown paint this time? [He knows he's going to get his ass handed to him this time, unless on the off chance that York's too disoriented to fight as well as usual. But with the way he's been talking with Delta already, Wash is pretty sure that's not going to happen, and that York is just going to have an even easier time defeating him.]

[York thinks on that for a moment, then nods. He looks to Delta.]
You're gonna watch my left, right?
Of course.

[York moves over, grabbing a pistol filled with the lockdown paint bullets, and pillars rise up from the ground to make this more of a challenge.]

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[Wash nods when York agrees and steps over to the side. He picks up one of the paint pistols, as well as an extra clip of the paint bullets, just to be safe. He slides the clip into an easily accessed storage compartment on his armor, then looks round as the pillars rise up.]

You ready? [He calls out to York, thumbing the safety of the pistol to the 'off' position and prepares himself. This stuff stings like a bitch, and he knows he's going to get hit with it more than he'd like.]

I was born ready!
[York shouts back from his hiding place behind one of the many pillars. The safety on his gun is pushed of 'off', and he waits to see if he can hear Wash's movements. Delta stays quiet in his head until needed.]

[He nods again, but he quickly realizes there's no point. York can't see it (or, he hopes not), it's just sort of an automatic reaction. Regardless, he holds his pistol up and at the ready and slowly starts moving through the pillars. He steps lightly, not wanting to give away his position, and keeps his eyes sharp. Whenever he's about to cross a gap between pillars, he pauses, puts his back to one pillar so York can't sneak up behind him while he's checking, and looks around in all directions. When the coast seems clear, he hurries quietly across to the next set of pillars, not trusting things to stay quiet for too long.]

[Delta sends out a warning, lighting the side of York's HUD red. A flashing exclamation point warns of which direction Wash is coming from. For a moment, though, it's distracting, and the suddenness of it surprises York. He gets used to it quickly, though, and sneaks around the other side of the pillar he's hiding behind.
He circles around at a slow pace, stopping here or there until he's behind Washington.
He fires a bullet aimed for Wash's torso, and then ducks behind another pillar to hide.]

[Wash is starting to wonder where the hell York even is when he hears the shot. Shit. He tries to step to the side, but he doesn't know exactly where the shot's coming from, except that it's somewhere behind him, and he hasn't got a lot of time. Seconds, is all he has. So, as expected, he takes the hit. His movements kept it from hitting him square in the back, at least, but he feels the impact more off to the side off it. It hurts, causing him to grunt, and the paint quickly hardens, making it difficult to move his torso. Everything else is still working though, so, with a bit of difficulty, he turns himself around and hurries back the way he's come, knowing that York had obviously been behind him.]

York managed to get pretty far back by the time Wash moves.
He keeps his distance for now, and Delta's keeping up the warning so York can check and know where Wash is before making any more movements. He walks out from his hiding place, and again starts to look for Wash, keeping his pistol raised.]

[Yeah, it soon becomes clear to Wash that York's moved off somewhere. He doesn't stop moving though, because he knows York has to be somewhere, and if he stops then he's just an easy target made even easier.
He doesn't try to keep his movements as quiet as before. Now that he can't really move his upper body much, it's just more of a hassle to work on keeping his footing light.

At one point, he spots a sign of movement out of the corner of his eye. He pauses and turns his head, only to spot York disappearing behind another pillar across the training floor. Determined, he turns and starts heading over that way, moving in a straight line in order to gain some speed. His speed is already hindered by the paint, weaving between the pillars isn't about to help. It takes a minute, but finally he's close enough to York that he fires a couple shots; one is aimed for a shoulder, the other at York's leg.]

[York turns with a notification from Delta, but is too late. He dodges the bullet aimed for his shoulder, but takes the one fired at his leg.
He starts to stumble forward, pulling the trigger to release another bullet, hoping this one will catch Wash in the stomach.]

[He feels the thrill of success as he watches York take one of the shots. He figures he can manage another one, and starts to move off a little to the side just so he's not standing still, but as he's about to pull the trigger, York fires a shot of his own and Wash doesn't have the chance to get out of the way. This one hits its mark, right in his stomach, and a pained noise escapes him as he topples backwards. Wash lands flat on his back and groans, part in pain and part because he knows he's fucked now. He tries to sit up, but the paint's hardened, and he's got two shots on his torso. He can't even roll over, he's just stuck there, lying on his back, waiting for York to finish him off. Oh, and firing another couple of shots in the other freelancer's general direction because his arm is still working. He starts off aiming for specific places, but in the end just gives up, just wanting to hit him somewhere. There're only a few bullets left in his clip, but he uses them all.]

York takes all the shots to one side of his body, but he manages to switch which hand is holding the gun, and he uses that new hand to shoot at Wash. Once his pistol is empty, he lets it fall.]
...So, did anyone win?
[He asks.]

[Yeah, now he's covered in dried paint and definitely can't move much. York got in shots on his legs, arms, more on his torso, and one even narrowly missed his head. Wash is seriously glad that it did, though, because he wasn't interested in having his face stinging as much as everything else is.

When he hears York speak, Wash lifts his head to get a better look at him and puffs out a breath before just letting it fall back to the ground.]

I don't know. Can anyone win here? [He figures that if someone can still move, they probably win. ...He doesn't say this out loud, however, because he definitely can't move enough for it to be considered a win. He can't even get to his feet.]

[York tries to push himself up, but with one arm completely encased in the lockdown paint, it's not possible. All he can do is wait for it to crack and break off.]
Um, probably not. I mean, unless you want to give the win to me.
[He grins from where he's lying on the ground.]

Uh, yeah, no. I'm good with calling a tie.

[Wash shakes his head and just stares up at the ceiling far above. Hey, a tie was the closest he's ever come to beating York, though...he doesn't really count this as much of a victory because he hadn't exactly used much skill. Most of his hits had been made by firing randomly in York's direction as he emptied his pistol all at once. Not exactly how you wanted to behave in a real fight. ...He makes plans to do better next time.]

Well. This is kind of...embarrassing. [Both of them lying, stuck to the floor? Yeah, that wasn't something he wanted anyone to see.]

Dude, don't even get me started on listing embarrassing things. [He chuckles, because... well, because yesterday. Some of the paint has started to harden, and he brings the pistol over, smashing it into the purple goop, shattering it. He then crawls over towards Washington, and does the same for him, deciding to be a good friend and set him free. After all, he offered to help York train with Delta, and that was pretty cool of him.]

Uh...Yeah, okay. I won't.

[York's seen him in enough embarrassing situations, and he doesn't want to hear about any of them again.
Wash falls silent and he listens as apparently, York's managed to break himself free of the paint. He waits patiently for the mocking, expecting York to just leave him here because that's just something he would find funny. It's a surprise then, when instead York comes over and helps him. Wash blinks and, once he's able to sit up, he does so and brushes of what he can of the bits of paint that are still stuck to his armor. ...He's going to have to clean it later.]

Thanks.

No, thank you. It was fun. Even though it was painful.
[York smirks through his visor, before just removing his helmet so Wash can see his expression.
He then gets to his feet, and walks over to return his gun, carrying his headgear in his hand. He looks over his shoulder back to Washington. He doesn't really believe Wash would do this just to be nice because, really. Who would willingly suggest playing with lockdown paint? Especially if York was supposed to be better with an AI (which he didn't yet seem to be)? He then looks down again, wondering if maybe he's just thinking too much on it?]

Well...yeah, you're welcome, I guess?

[Wash shrugs and stands himself back up. It's not like this was a big deal, or anything. They've trained together with the paint before.

He steps after York, setting the pistol back where he'd grabbed it from and pulls out the extra clip he never ended up using, then set it back with the gun too. York may have taken his helmet off, but Wash leaves his on. He looks back over at the other freelancer and raises an eyebrow, even though York can't see it.]

How was it with Delta?

[York gives a halfhearted shrug.]
It was... interesting. Only a few things were different. Like, he detected where you were. That was pretty handy.
[He turns on his heels and starts to walk out, expecting Washington to follow.]
Let's get somethin' to eat. I'm hungry.

[Wash starts to form another question about Delta, but York's already walking away. He blinks, his gaze following the other man, but ends up nodding. He hadn't eaten all that long ago, but the training has brought back a bit of hunger. So, he follows after York, jogging a little to catch up.]