Training Under Fire

*Jason was walking down one of the many hallways of the GUARD base. It had been a few weeks since J.X. brought him in, and he was just beginning to get used to this whole complex. He had been subjected to a few various tests, so he had an idea of why he was so "special", but he couldn’t control it. Right now, he was just going to work out, maybe see if he could find a firing range in this place, fire off of few dozen clips. He didn’t care with what, just something, anything that resembled a gun. But for now, he was lost. He thought he was heading to a workout room, but suddenly the hallway looked different* Oh no...was that a left turn at the last intersection, or a right one?

*A deep sigh leaves his body as finishes off the beer..damn he hated being stuck at the French base...nothing to do here, and he didn't even have his bike around....they keep tossing him between bases, trying to keep him busy he assumed.. He had talked himself into way too much trouble lately he really should watch what he said, specially round superiors...he pushes the stool back from the bar and stands up his hand reaching for his leather jacket across the adjacent seat* See ya round Jean *he nods to the bartender as he enters the hall way, his gaze wandering to the watch on his wrist* guess I should see what my next assignment is? *the words expelled in one quiet breath of exasperation as he rounds a corner he notes one of the new rookies looking confused* Yo, got a prob?

*Jason looks over to Metallic, as if slightly surprised to see him* Er...yeah. I`m trying to find the workout room. Don’t wanna be too much of a bother, but could ya help me find it? I still haven’t gotten this place down just yet. *Much less his position here. And aside from J.X. and some scientists and techs, he had barely had the chance to meet anyone here*

Which room ya want? *He chuckles* your in the wrong section for any of 'em..* He slides the leather jacket on* this wings more for recreational, the bar, *He looks you over* which I think your a little young for *he shrugs* coffee shop etc.. *he glances down at your wrist, checking to see if you had one of the standard issue watches...issued only after primary training...trying to ascertain your exact status...he has a habit of ignoring the update files on the rookies and just recognizes them by that 'fresh' look they all seem to have* I think ya turned the wrong way from your quarters..the weight rooms south

*Jason sighs a little, one hand going to rub his eyes* Talk about making a wrong turn. *he didn’t have on any watches at the moment...just as he wasn’t wearing any other kinds of "jewelry". After all, he was going off to work out, and that sort of thing would get in his way* All right...south then. By the way, I’m Jason, and you are...? *he holds out his right hand for Metallic to shake, should he choose to do so*

Michael *he accepts the handshake his grip firm* just a little bit....how long ya been here? and what were ya looking for, weight room, pool room, wreck room...? there's lots to work out in *he looks the kid over, still wondering how long he's been here, obviously he was cleared or there was no way he would be wandering the hallways freely, there were built in security features to prevent unauthorized strangers from wandering the halls, a new feature since the RUNner breakout*

How long`ve I been here? Dunno...about two or three weeks, I suppose. And, uh, I dunno...I was going to go to a weight room...but what`s the wreck room like? *he knew about the security precautions here...but he had never had to travel very far, at least not without an escort of some kind that made sure he didn’t get lost. Everything he needed for those checks he kept in his pockets, something of a bad habit of his. His pockets were like packrat hordes, at least his jacket’s pockets were*

There’s one basic weight room down at the end of the rookie corridor, where your quarters are located...probably the best place for you to start..if you've only been here a few weeks I doubt your trainings got far...the wreck room? *he shrugs* battle training sims....it should be put on your training criteria soon...who's your primary contact?

Battle training sims? *That caught his attention quickly enough* How does that work, exactly? *At Metallic`s last question, he pauses* Contact? Dunno...J.X. is the guy who brought me here, if that’s what you mean. *that, and that was really the only person whose name he had remembered* Anyway, I’m gonna need help getting to either place...I’m totally lost.

ya battle training...*he shrugs* not quite sure on the tech behind it..just know that it can hurt...J.X.? the big man himself? and ya aint had trainer assigned yet then? * ..probably got overlooked in the chaos that ensued around Venins return* Ya I'll help ya...what ya want? ...you should study the map in your room too, cause ya can get lost around here easily and you do not want to wander into secured areas

*he blinks as J.X. is referred to as "the big man"...he knew that J.X. was pretty high up there rank-wise...but that was a little shock to him* Err...well, how about battle training? Sounds like it could be fun. That...and it was "suggested" to me by one of those eggheads who looked me over. So, which way?

ok, can take ya there *he continues on in the direction he was originally heading...not even bothering to check to see if the rookie follows him, just assuming he would* so ya know your powers?

All right. *Jason follows quickly enough, a small smile on his face, which quickly fades as confusion washes over his expression* Powers? Umm...dunno. When I first got here, I assumed it was because of something weird that happened to me. Don`t really know what happened though...freaked the hell out of a bunch of people though...sounded like a bunch of gunshots though, if that helps.

*he stops and turns back to you..goddamn it!...why do I always seem to end up with the fresh newbies...I'm doomed!....* weird? like what? *he leans up against the wall waiting to hear the kids version...then when they get into the wreck room he'll punch up for the file version*

*he stops as Metallic does, more than a little surprised by the sudden stop and the questions* Err...well...I don’t really know. All I know is that when it happened, I was pissed off, and I felt like I wanted to punch someone’s lights out...then, well, everything went red for a moment and I heard the "gunshots". *Jason shrugs lightly* Aside from that, I really don’t know much...though the egghead from the other day said to try "stressing out" or something

pissed off eh *he chuckles, but inwardly he’s seething...why does he keep getting stuck training duties...sure it always seems accidental, but he knows what the Psis are capable, he finds it hard to believe that they don't have something to do with his 'accidental' run ins with rookies...why is it always him that does the initiation?* well then lets get ya to the training room and see what we can do *he pats you on the shoulder and heads off down the hallway , turning several corners until they stand before a large set of doors..the doors slide open and Metallic waves to the techie at the controls* Hey Shane *he jerks his thumb over his shoulder* gotta new one here, check his clearance for me while I check in?<P>

*SHANE looks over at METTALIC then JASON* sure thing, hey kid, come over here..put your hand here *he indicates a pad*<P>

*Metallic walks over to a keyboard and starts typing in a sequence, gaining authorization for training and calling up the file information on the Rookie*

Sure thing! *Jason smiles a bit, following Metallic to the training room. On request, he puts his hand on the pad, nodding to Shane* No problem. *when Metallic reads over Jason’s file, he’d likely find little more than Jason told him, except the results from the various tests that he had been put through. It had his history in it, of course, but so far, no indication of his powers.*

*SHANE glances at a readout then over at METTALIC* You got one wet behind the ears, no record in here… METALLIC finishes keying in the sequence and pushes back from the table* Yeah I know...gotta see what the brats got *the door into the wreck room opens and MICHEAL gestures for JASON to enter* After you

*Jason raises an eyebrow at Shane and Metallic`s conversation, but shrugs it off quickly enough. In comparison to them, he was fresh meat. Now he just hoped that he hadn’t made a mistake in asking to go to the combat room. But hey, how bad could it be? A few rubber darts, probably. Briskly, he follows Metallic into the wreck room*

*Once they enter the door slides shut behind them leaving them in what appears to be a bare room, Michael crosses his arms and smiles* so kid...how good ya think you are? *he had keyed in the coding for a few different sims based upon the kids answer, hell if the kid is humble enough he'll even make it a one on one*

Well, I`m not bad...grew up on a military base. I’m a pretty good shot, and I’m not bad at hand to hand. *in all, this was pretty much true...except that he wasn’t just a "pretty good" shot...he was damned near excellent, though his close combat ability left much to be desired*

*a smile crosses his lips* good eh? *...though not good enough...as he was soon to learn around here, what was considered good in the outside world was nothing compared to in here...his vice raises* Run metallic sequence 24A *the room seems to change becoming a street scene complete with garbage blowing in the wind* his gaze runs back to Jason* well your not secured for firearms training so you get basic hand to hand...This simulation will be a version of capture the flag *his voice once more raises on the word flag and a red flag appears at the opposite end of the room as the building suddenly seem to go transparent then resoidify*...simply find the flag