Recovery Freelance HQ: Male barracks

[Twinblade_Ashy]

The spartan augmentation process from the original project has failed and the new ones are not only enhancing your fighting capability, capacity and chance of survival, knowledge. yet some scientist named bob decided to F*ck up on the experimental hormones needed to basically allow you to use your power armor and not die. SO this problem cannot be fixed and the men and female freelancers have been split into two different barracks. Hunter will kill you if he finds you peaking on either barracks without standard combat armor and a pass and 'okay' from project freelancer's little psychotic ball of joy wrapped in a doll created by the director also known as 'hunter'.

 

[DarkBlaven]

Adam pushed the door open to the barracks and walked down to the washrooms to take a shower. Coming back out cleaned and wearing his under armour he slowly put his armour on one piece at a time when a voice kicked in "Are we finally going on a mission?" a quiet yet excited voice hissed into his ear, it was his AI Atlas, "No sorry Atlas, I'm just heading down to the shooting range later on, and you know the rules: No armour, no shoes, no service", the sound of a sigh came from inside Adam's head "It been ages since we got to do somethinnng..." Atlas complained causing Adam to chuckled briefly, "Yeah, but last time we went on a mission we tore a scorpion tank's main gun off and beat down Prometheans with it, remember?" he laughed recalling the event, he even forgot about that one until now. "But Agent New Jersey never lets us have any fun, shes not very creative with weapons she'd rather just keep them attached to that stupid falcon of hers" as he continued complaining the projection of his AI's avatar appeared in front of Adam, it was unlike most AIs avatars, instead of looking like a human it had a more artificial appearance coming off as more of an android than any other AIs. "Yeah, one day she'll learn more creative uses for that thing" he mused to himself, knowing that it would only served as more kindling for Elena's fiery passion for yelling at him.  

[DarkBlaven]

Adam stood up from his bed one hand wrapped around his helmet and the other hand holding a cloth, he was wiping the inside clean apparently Elena planned ahead in case the granola bar assault failed, she was a smart kid but Adam wished she would not target him all the time, although from what she told him he could understand. "Your helmet appears clean enough Adam, you can stop cleaning the insides now" Atlas said with a wispy voice that seemed to echo in Adam's head, "I can still smell it, as long as theres a trace of the stuff I'm not wearing it..." he replied rubbing the top of the helmet with the cloth, "...but I suppose your right, besides helmets aren't required in the shooting range" , he put the cloth down and walked out the door, "I better check on the guys back in the mess hall, if they're still there that is" Adam mumbled holding his helmet to his side and walking to the door and out into the hallway.

-Exit to Recovery Freelancer HQ: Mess Hall, page 3

 

[DarkBlaven]

Adam pushed the door open, resting the SAW next to his bed, and opened up a footlocker. Sitting on the bed and resting his head on the pillow, and opening the book, it was by a famous chef back on Earth. He starting reading the recipes for a fine chocolate dessert usually served around Christmas time, his gloved hand flipping through the pages and a warm smile started up on his face as he remembered the last time he baked a jelly roll, the cafeteria drones still to remove him from the kitchen, so he removed their processing units from the chassis... good times.

"Y'Know, if I had just met you I wouldn't have figured you for a chef" Atlas appeared standing in the space between Adam's face and the book, "Yeah, you tell me every time" Adam replied dryly, "Its just... you... of all people, want to bake desserts? The same man who ripped a scorpion tank's main gun off of the main chassis and slammed a wraith with it like it was a club" Atlas continued "I sense a pattern here, me and clubs I mean" Adam replied staring through Atlas' transparent body and attempting to read the book through the scrolling coding.  

[DarkBlaven]

Adam had fallen asleep while reading his book, before jolting awake after Atlas played a loud buzzing noise over his helmet. "Ah! Damnit Atlas!" Adam shouted sitting up on the bed, he brought a hand over his visor and sighed "What do you want?" Adam asked still alittle annoyed with Atlas' wake up call, "I'm bored" Atlas replied bluntly, "You're always bored" Adam snapped standing up and picking the SAW up off the ground, "And what do we do when we're bored?" Atlas was trying to lead Adam onto something.

Adam sighed and placed the SAW on his back, "We either prank someone or shoot something" Adam replied sounding defeated, "And we have a M739 Light Machine Gun just sitting there..." Atlas continued, letting out another sigh Adam silently walked from the male barracks and headed down the hall.

-Exit-

((Note to self, do not go to the barracks, nothing ever seems to happen there))