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After a few nice quite hours of sleep, Kora awoke. She was hungry again... But she didn't want to get dressed. Slowly she pulled on her lab coat and buttoned it up at high as it would go, then ran a brush though her hair. No one would car about her appearance...right? She hoped not because she didn't want to wash another set of clothes just because she had to go out and find food.

Dinner was being served when she got to the cafeteria. She got a bottle of apple juice, steamed vegetables, a kiwi, and a rice with peanut butter. She picked at her food, eating but still trying to wake up enough to not fall asleep at the table. Dinner had just started and not many people where there yet, she felt confident that she would finish and be able to retreat back to her room in a short amount of time.

Dr.

Akiko

Takahashi

Akiko saw a girl walk into the cafeteria, she had finally sat down after she settled on some soup and tea. Though the soup wasn't quite to her liking, she made a mental note to request some udon or something similar or perhaps she would order it online.
She sipped her tea a couple tables down from the girl, glancing at her for a few moments before standing up. She picked up her bowl of soup and the cup of tea, discarded the soup and then walked over to the girl (Kora) and said, "Mind if I join you..? It seems odd to sit so far away when there isn't any other person in here."

((Derek kinda makes me think of Sousuke Sagara--in his milatary ways..LOL ))

What was this imbecile thinking? Did he really plan on using explosives to leave the facility just for a visit to the bakery? His plan wasn't even thought out. Any damage to the facility and he'd be gunned down before being able to escape the premises or taken down by one of the super soldiers. There was absolutely no positive ending here. But he was crazy and could detonate the explosives at any moment. To stop the threat without letting his enemy know, Rico had only one choice. He would melt the insides of each of the mines if it came down to that. On the outside, they would appear exactly the same, but they would not work.

"I simply can't allow you to continue your current chain of actions, Derek. There is nothing you can do to continue them anyways," He said across the room, at his temporary enemy. "Back down now or I will be forced to take aggressive actions. And if I do, you won't have any chance of defending yourself."

He pushed his glasses back up to the top of his nose, and looked at his enemy, analyzing him. He was apparently crazed. This was not a situation Rico liked. But if worse came to worse, he would kill him. He would more than likely end up subduing him and bringing him to the Psychiatric Ward.

"What's it going to be, Derek?"

Rinie clapped and tried to jump. "Ya!" She grinned and then went back to her copying of the fighters. "Ow..." She said as she hit the wall with her hand. She kept on and on triping over her feet every now and then.

Rinie fell onto her side and felt a sharp pain in her right leg. She bit down hard on to her tongue to keep from screaming. She looked around. 'Where is everyone?' She thought as she pulled her self out the door. 'Must not scream.' She kept telling herself. 'Be strong like big sisters and brothers.'

"Ok then I won't use mine too!" Honestly Jojo didn't really care if Ami did use her powers, she was just glad to have a real opponent to fight rather than simulations like Rico had. She'd get more of a workout that way too. Jojo waited a minute to see if Ami would be the first to attack. Feeling and hearing nothing Jojo went on the offensive with a quick punch aimed at Ami's gut.

Jojo barely dodged Ami's punch. She could feel Ami's fist make slight contact as it glided past her left cheek. But it wasn't enough to keep her from not attacking. Quickly she responded back with a low side kick towards where she thought Ami's legs were.

Derek looked up at Rico once more though in a less-than cheery state of mind. He gave him a smile then looked back down at his arsenal thinking of the current situation. Everything with in the Arsenal, the facility itself...hell even the food trays in the cafeteria were metal. DAMN YOU MAGNETO! Was the first thing that popped into the trainer's head. Looking up at Rico again his smile grew to what looked to be a truly forced smile. "Okay Rico. You win. You're like Magneto and Wolverine in one, I can't win against either, and both would be suicidal."

And with that he gave up and started back towards his room. That is...he hoped to get back there to implement his plan. Just as he was about to leave he was intercepted by a group of Trainers. Not the most popular one's either.

"Echo! Just the man we were looking for." The leader of the group said with a grin.

Derek frowned at the use of his last name. He hated it, but was used to it.

"Listen, we heard you've been denied access out of the facility, and us being nice guys, we thought we'd invite you to dinner and beer with us." The leader, a Lieutenant in the US Army, held his arms out like a father looking for a hug from a son.

Scratching the back of his head, Derek acted like he was thinking hard on it, when really his mind was made up with an answer. "Ah...no thanks, sir. I've promised a sparring match with Magneto over there." He jabbed his thumb over his shoulder towards the general direction of Rico.

The Lieutenant smiled for a short while then broke into a chuckle. "You know Sergeant, you're a real work of art. Why do you care for these...things, so much? You're so nice to them. Give them promises and keep them. Staying here and spending time with them rather than going out with your own kind. These things can't even function the way they're supposed to."

Derek glared at the man, his hands balling up into fists but remained at his side. He listened to his words and didn't bother to wince at his rank. Sergeant Derek Echo had a nice ring to it. Even though he was a Sergeant 8 times already, having been demoted for many different reasons in the course of his military career. When the Officer was done Derek gave a little chuckle himself. "Sir, you don't understand. These...people. Aren't just tools of the trade. They have feelings, they have thoughts and ideas, sure they matured physically faster than we have, but that makes them no different than we are. You say they can't function the way they were supposed to? Rico here already completed a few real missions. Then let's not focus on them and focus on us. More specifically you."

The corner of the officer's mouth twitched as all eyes fell on him. He smoothed back his gelled hair with forced calmness and coolness. "What about me? My impressive combat record?"

Echo barked out in laughter. "Impressive? Let's call it a major failure. I've read your file, Lieutenant. The only way you got here was through your Uncle who just so happens to be one of those few individuals privileged to sit in the Pentagon. You went to West Point as soon as you could and graduated with high-marks in most of your classes except the one that stressed Combat Tactics in live exercises. You then went on into the US Army and quickly climbed the ladder to your current rank via desk jobs, and your Uncle. Then you put in for a transfer to an Infantry unit currently deployed in the middle-east. Your first and only combat op came when you and your Platoon were scheduled to go out on a Long Range Patrol. You went out, then froze up when you met heavy resistance in a town in which a previous detail dubbed as secured. You decided the best course of action was to retreat. You received the purple heart for getting shot in the back by the enemy while you lead your retreat. Unfortunately, getting shot saved your life. Your entire Platoon was wiped out, and you were transferred out after being rescued. Currently, you retain your rank. But several days ago you returned from a JAG session in which they concluded you to not be court-martialed. Your actions in that combat op were being surveyed via satellite, and when your Infantry Commander got hold of the footage he wanted to tear a new one on the spot. Now tell me, sir. What part of that do you think is impressive? And what part of that do you think is better than any of the work these Soldiers do?"

When he was done the Lieutenant was red faced with anger and embarrassment. This whole time he had been expressing to everyone that he had gotten his purple heart by doing his job as an officer to his platoon. And now they knew the truth. But who else weren't as truthful about their combat records? A few seeing as the group the Officer had with him lost only a couple individuals. Derek moved closer towards the man so that they were face to face, one glaring at the other. "If you tell me your West Point marks were the most impressive part of your record I will do your previous commander a favor and tear you a new one myself." That was the end of their conversation. Truly pissed off, Derek moved around the group in front of him and headed to his room to do something to cool off. If not, explosives would be the least of a door's problem.