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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?]

Date: 2012-08-16 02:16 am (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2012-08-16 02:35 am (UTC)
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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.]

Date: 2012-08-16 02:55 am (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2012-08-16 03:16 am (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2012-08-16 03:43 am (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2012-08-16 04:02 am (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2012-08-16 04:19 am (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2012-08-16 04:41 am (UTC)
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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.]

Date: 2012-08-16 05:03 am (UTC)
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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.

Date: 2012-08-16 05:20 am (UTC)
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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?

Date: 2012-08-16 05:31 am (UTC)
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[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.]

Date: 2012-08-16 05:46 am (UTC)
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[Wash follows suit in grabbing a tray and throwing food onto his plate. He winds up with it a little fuller than he expected originally, but hey, if he's that hungry, he doesn't really care.
Once he's satisfied, he follows York over to the table and sets his things down in front of the seat opposite. He sits himself down and pulls his helmet off, setting it to the side. He's glad that things aren't weird anymore. They seem to have gotten past it already, and he's glad for that. So, he settles in to eat, his eyes sweeping over the cafeteria as he does so.]
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