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Honestly Oak hadn’t been expecting company at all, so as the rather hyper sounding voice called out behind him he twitched a little in surprise. So far he hadn’t come across many other Agents at all, only that terrifying blonde lady who he was pretty sure either wanted to choke him out or makeout with him, and the always stoic and legendary Agent Carolina, who was just… Agent Carolina. In that respect, new company was welcome, so spinning on his heels to face the voice James wore a smile on his face.

“Well if you’re offering it’d be rude to say no, and yeah the tech here is pretty next level. Everything is super impressive. I give it 3 more days until I break something.”

Looking her up and down for a second he took a good measure of his new company. She didn’t seem like the most terrifying person on the face of the earth, but then again those were always the scariest, especially in a place like this. Chuckling he waved her over, turning back around to pick up his firearm and reload his clip. The motion was a fluid one, one of a professional, but his body language was entirely relaxed and lazy. Oak hated taking things too seriously unless the situation absolutely called for it. Why burn burn yourself out on a daily basis?

“So, you’re obviously an Agent here, and with that knife im guessing you’re a CQC gal?”

The shooting range, she determined, would be one of her most frequently visited locations aboard the ship. Sparring seemed enjoyable in its own way, but if she had to pinpoint a skill of hers that was in dire need of improving compared to rest, it was most likely her aiming. Being an ODST had left little to chance or coincidence, but handling a gun had a surprising amount of room. you shot, often enough to hit one vital spot or another, and managed to push through the rest with knifes and melee attacks. If anything, her previous occupation had taught her to adjust within a split second.

“Sure is! If you end up breaking something, at least make it go out in the flashiest way possible. Probably won’t help with the breaking but it’ll be more fun for sure.”

With a quick skip forward, the soldier joined the other at his side, her helmet pulled off with a light sigh of relief. It send her on edge, sometimes, to be in armour for longer periods of time. HUD vision was something that was reserved for actual combat and while she could easily enjoy messing with the display in her free time, there was a limit tot he amount of time spent in protection gear when nothing could or would jump you. Turning, she leaned her lower back against the table, eyes grazing the entrance briefly before they returned to her company, a bright smile settling on her features. 

Sounds smarter than pitting against each other

“Shot on target. Right shoulder, non-fatal impact.”

FLISS chimed out in the rather empty firing range. James had to admit that the technology aboard the Mother was like nothing he had ever seen. For the majority of his life counting the hits on a firing range target had consisted of waiting for the bloody thing to travel up the range to you so you could inspect it. Apparently here, the name of the game was convenience.

Looking down his rifles’ sights, the new Agent took a breath, held it in and squeezed the trigger once, twice, three times, exhaling slowly as the last shot flew down the range.

“Two shots on target. Left lung punctured, Left collarbone shattered, 94% chance of fatality. One miss. Would you like me to suggest an adjustment, Agent Oklahoma?”

It appeared that convenience was slightly annoying as well. Sighing heavily James slid the clip from his weapon and placed it down, pursing his lips slightly at the notion that a adjustment was needed. Maybe he meant to miss. Maybe in his head there was another guy behind the fake, glimmering target situated some number of yards down the line. That was obviously why he had missed.

“No thank you FLISS, but thank you for the offer anyway. You’re a star as always.”

Her steps dragged her along the hallway, the sound of heavy boots meeting the solid metal beneath them echoing through her surroundings. The tip of her knives was balanced upon a finger despite her movement, her helmet’s visor providing a map of the ship she found herself stationed on. The outlay of it still seemed to confuse her sense of direction, but an effort was made to change that bothersome factor. 

The walk she had found herself taking eventually found itself interrupted by the familiar sound of shots nearby, eyes darting to the descriptions of the rooms surrounding her. The shooting range, as she had suspected, was merely a few metres away and seemed occupied at the time. Curiosity was quick to bubble up within her, knife tilting to the side just to be caught by its handle and returned to its place upon thigh.

She peeked around the corner once her destination had been reached, eyes narrowing lightly as they remained fixed upon the agent making use of the room. Some words were vaguely picked up, only furthering the urge to step inside and offer company-- which she took little time caving to.

Heckies yes team work!