Mexico nodded. "Well, I didn't just fill out an application. I have the standard training..." He told them not wanting to sound completely useless. Even if he was at the bottom of the list, New Mexico could kick a** just as much as the others...
Grinning to himself under his helmet, he loaded his pistol, and fired off a round randomly, the bullet whizzing by North, New Mexico, and York's heads "Now, you've got an assignment today. You aren't going to be kicking back and relaxing. Today's assignment is to either help with the rest of the set up, or start training! So take your pick you road-kill rejects! And welcome to the jolliest hell on earth!"
Meta and D.A.D fell over laughing "Jolliest...Hell on earth?...Thats the BEST you could come up with Ore?..Jesus, your gonna make yourself look retarded! ...Hehehe..." Getting back up, Meta dusted himself off, then helped D.A.D up.
D.A.D began to chuckle again "Ahh, Lemme add my two cents here folks! Have fun, please DON'T fall off the basket like the rest of us, aaand...Your going to feel more pain than you ever have in your life. Thought i'd make it clear before hand."
Mexico took some time to think about it and then looked at them both with a bit more confidence. "Ok, I won't end up scrubbing the toilets anyway." He said knowing he would be told to clean other things.
(Sorry about not posting! It's been pretty busy over here... sweatdrop )
Agent Alaska glared at the white agent across the room that was known as Maine, who seemed to stare back, even if only for a second. The blue agent shrugged after a while and sighed. "What a drag..." he , feeling that there was no was to ascend up the latter of success so quickly. Those incentives that the Director mentioned though... Those interested him greatly. He walked past North and York, along with a third that could only be identified as the cook.
Instead of starting conversation, he just mingled and listened in, bored out of his ingenious mind
Oregon walked through the new recruits, his gun up at his shoulder, ocassionally moving a few out of the way with a small tap "You!" He pointed at New Mexico "DROP and give me one hundred and fifty push ups! I wanna be able to see sweat forming on your VISOR!"
Meta pushed his way through in a different direction as well, shouting out commands to the recruits as he watched Oregon.
D.A.D sat back on a crate, a cigar in his mouth, and his helmet off, laughing as he watched "What a wonderful life."
Mexico looked over at Oregon... he couldn't see it but Mexico had a sad look on his face. "But... I just cleaned the floor... and my helmet." He let out a sigh and dropped to the ground then started doing the push ups at a steady pace. He stopped and lifted his hand and saw that he had left a faded hand-print... or he was just paranoid. Again, Mexico let out a sigh and kept doing the push ups.