“Range training Agent California.” The computer spoke into his com. It wasn’t the onboard AI, it was his own. One that he’d programmed as a kid and updated as he went. It had been a few people, ones he found attractive growing up. Changing with his taste. Right now she sounded like Tex, he having stole her voice patterns from mission communications, though he might have to change it. Thinking of her really distracted him. 

“What training?” 

“Range training Agent California.” It sounded like Tex, but it didn’t have her attitude. Cali struggling with the moral dilemma A.I posed or at least creating one himself. 

“With...what the fuck.” Cali said as he looked up and saw the other agent in his HUD display. The frown so deep the corners of his lips almost met the line of his jaw. “Are you fuckin kiddin me? Isn’t this a waste of funding. It’d do more good to bring him to the shooting range then train here.” Clicking his com to a shared channel he spoke to the other freelancer. 

“You really want to do this with me? You know I’m going to hit you six times before you take one step towards me. This is stupid.” 

“Training commencing in three, two, one...”

“Seriously, I’m not doin this. I’m not even bad at range weapons.” 

“Commencing.” The onboard AI spoke as the once empty training room filled with noise and cover. 

Cali stood there confounded for a moment. “Wait what’s commencing? Maryland is that you? Maryland. Right. Queen Henrietta Maria, aka Mary. Cause King Charles part one told Lord Baltimore to name it that. So that makes you a Queen then. Queen Mary right?” 

Maine never really liked the ‘peace and quiet’. He got restless. And when he got too restless, people eventually ended up getting hurt. He wasn’t complaining. Most Agents would just get in his way. And with the rapid recruitment that had begun recently, the last thing he wanted was to baby-sit a greenhorn.