The Director paces in front of the 48 Freelancers assembled standing in front of him and the Counselor. "You have been chosen out of five hundred applicants to be the soldiers of Project Freelancer. Each of you have been given a state name and a specialty. Over the next several months, you will be training and going on various missions as needed for Project Freelancer. You will be judged by the board behind you." He gestures towards it, listed as so:
4. South Dakota
5. North Dakota
(Yes, I know it's listed differently, this is BEFORE Season 9.)
"You will be especially rewarded if you are on the top six at the end of these months. You are dismissed." The Director leaves, the Counselor following as the freelancers relax and start to mingle.
Agent Maine growled beneath his helmet at the Director's challenge. He knew that he'd have no problem staying at the top, after all, he was one of the best for a reason. The bulky man scanned the room of all the 48 agents, most of whom looked absolutely fail-tastic and generally unthreatening. He scowled at the others and stood in the corner, watching and observing the others. Man, he felt the sudden urge to beat the living hell out of someone. Too bad he had no excuse to...
Mexico came in to the assembly room after leaving in the middle of the Director's speech. He was rolling a yellow cleaning cart full of soaped water and a mop. He was probably the first freelancer to have received an assignment... why didn't he feel lucky? Being ranked number 49 sure was rewarding. He sighed and moved to an open spot with no one around and started moping the floor. New Mexico also noticed most of the freelancers had the Mk.VI helmet. It looked like he had the only Mk.V helmet. He sighed once more and continued to mop since he had to get to cooking soon.
"ALRIGHT RECRUITS! FALL IN!" Oregon's voice echoed around the stadium like area, his voice echoing down every hallway "TIME TO GIVE YOU YOUR ASSIGNMENTS! THATS RIGHT! HOMEWORK GALORE! LAST FEW IN ARE SCRUBBING THE TOILETS FOR THE NEXT FEW WEEKS!"
Meta watched, laughing with D.A.D "It's kinda funny how people act, huh?..Oregon's a big tough guy when it comes to recruits, and training, but outside of that, he's a big softy!...Could be a good thing from time to time."
D.A.D just grinned "Yeah..Well, buckets on, time to go down and stand behind him, the three big ol' nasty trainers!.." The two made their way down to where Oregon was, putting their helmets on, guns in hands, striking slight poses as they stood behind him.