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[agentnewyork]

[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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[agentnewyork]

[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.]

[notcrazyokay]

[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.]

[agentnewyork]

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.]

[notcrazyokay]

[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.]

[agentnewyork]

[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.]

[notcrazyokay]

[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.]

[agentnewyork]

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.]

[notcrazyokay]

[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.]

[agentnewyork]

[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.]

[notcrazyokay]

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.]

[agentnewyork]

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.]

[notcrazyokay]

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.

[agentnewyork]

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?]

[notcrazyokay]

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?

[agentnewyork]

[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.

[notcrazyokay]

[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.]

[agentnewyork]

[It doesn't take too long for York to get to the cafeteria. He walks over to grab a tray, a plate, and a fork, then moves along to start piling food onto his plate. He grabs whatever looks good at the moment, and then starts to head over to an empty table, setting his tray down and starting to dig in.

[notcrazyokay]

[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.]

[agentnewyork]

[York is silent as he eats, just thinking quietly to himself (and Delta now, too).
After a few moments, he finally speaks up, lifting his gaze to Washington.]

So... Still against kissing me?

[He thought that maybe he could drop that whole thing, but it turns out he can't. Because if there's any chance, he wants to know.]

[notcrazyokay]

[Well, so much for that.
Every single bit of relief that things were back to normal shoots out the window, and Wash freezes up. He looks back at York, then around to the tables nearby. No one's paying them any mind, so his eyes rest on York again.]

Yes. We-we can't. I told you. I gave you good reasons. We. Can't. [He uses a hushed tone, but he makes it as firm as he can in order to make his point. He doesn't want to discuss this again now, not here, and not ever.]

[agentnewyork]

Come on, Wash! It's not gonna kill anyone!
[Sure, they were good reasons. That doesn't mean York likes them.]
Just--One more time!
[Because maybe with one more shot he could change Wash's mind.]
One more time wont hurt.

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash's brow furrows and he starts to frown. Why won't York just give up? He's making this way harder than it needs to be. He's really not worth getting this upset over, and a relationship is worth even less, it would just get them into serious shit, as he's already said.]

I never said it wou--what? [He's not expecting York to ask for one more kiss, and it throws him off a little. He looks across at York, then down at his plate, though he doesn't really see it.] It's... It's not a good idea...

[Not a good idea, but that doesn't stop him from being extremely tempted. Their second kiss, which he'd told himself before he did it would be their last, had been too light, and York had broken it to ask what was wrong. He still wanted to finish that kiss, but...well, maybe...maybe one more really wouldn't hurt?]

[agentnewyork]

Maybe not, but not all of my ideas are good ones.
[Just one last chance is all he wants. And if it didn't work, then he'll probably stop trying.
...Just joking.
He doesn't stop until he gets what he wants.]

[notcrazyokay]

[Wash looks back up at York and really looks at him. Studies his face and his expression and honestly considers it. As long as it really is just one more, he supposes York's right...it probably can't hurt.]

...I--fine. But just one more. That's it. [He can only hope that this one more doesn't make York want it even more than he already does.]

[agentnewyork]

[York grins widely, and decides he doesn't want to eat anymore.]
Good. Finish up, then, and meet me in my room. And if you don't, I'll just catch you another time.

[He stands up with his tray, going to dispose of the food he hadn't eaten before walking out of the cafeteria and back to his room.
...And he maybe shoots up a victory fist on the way there.]