Wash, North, and South run down to the training arena as Carolina pushs an intercom button.

Carolina: F.I.L.S.S., we need a medical team to the training floor stat!

Carolina runs toward the training arena as well. Alarms begin to blare.

F.I.L.S.S.: Medical team en route, please remain calm.

Washington, Carolina, South, and North all enter the arena. Cal was choking Maine as he then sees the medics and the rest of the squad rush in. He then punches Maine into the floor and runs towards York.

California: York! York!

Medical team members enter the arena and begin to scatter around.

California: Get your arses over here!

York groans sharply.

Washington: Is he gonna be okay?

Cal turns York on his side and sees his completely cracked visor.

California: (quietly) Stay strong, mate. We'll get ya patched up.

Carolina sees his concern and wraps her arm around his shoulders, comfortingly.

South: I can't believe she did that to him...

In the background, a medic tries to help Agent Maine, but Maine shrugs him off in response and the medic backs away.

Maine: Get off me!

South: ....shot his armor, sacrificed him-

Washington: Lockdown hardens the armor. She probably saved his life.

North: Quick thinking.

Carolina: Yeah, really quick.

Carolina looks over to Tex, who is being helped by men in black suits. The Director suddenly walks in with the Counselor by his side.

Director: Everyone! Stand down, now!

Wash, South, Carolina, and North, quickly stand in formation.

Director: (angrily) You should be ashamed of yourselves! I expect you to act as a team!

Washington: They used live ammunition on the floor sir. That's against regulation.

Director: (walks forward, making Wash step back) Do you think our enemies will care about regulations on the battlefield, Agent Washington?!

Cal steps between Wash and the Director and glowers down at him.

California: (fuming) With all due respect, SIR, Wash is right! You're the bastard that WROTE the goddamn regulations in the first place and if you're so willing to dismiss them for Maine and Wyoming's mistake, WHY EVEN HAVE THEM AT ALL?!

The Director stares hardly at the green Freelancer.

Director: Remove your helmet, Agent.

Cal stands frozen, still glowering down at him.

Director: NOW, Agent California.

Cal removes his helmet, revealing his black hair and scarred face. He then holds his helmet at his side. The Director then reels his hand back and back-slaps Cal in the face, shocking everyone in the room.

Director: You'll report to med-bay to be debriefed and then I expect you to control yourself from there on out, or you'll be dismissed from this Project. Do I make myself clear, California?

Cal turns his head back to stare at the bearded man. He answers by spitting at the Director and hitting him in the right lense of his glasses.

California: Crystal... (puts helmet back on) Director.

California stomps out of the room, feeling everyone's eyes on him as he exits the arena. The Director takes off his glasses and looks down in disgust.

Director: You should all learn something from this. Dismissed.

The Director leaves as C.T. appears among the other Freelancers.

C.T.: (smirks) Yeah, you should learn something alright.

Washington: (stares at the direction Cal left) I can't believe this.

C.T.: Don't forget to check your place on that list Wash.

C.T. and Washington leave. Carolina looks over at Tex as she is being escorted out by the black suited men as her armor sparks blue again.

Tex: (to the men) Don't touch me.

South: Christ, that was intense.

North: No kidding. (to Carolina) Should we check on Cal?

Carolina: (insistently) I'LL check on him. (looks back at Tex again) Interesting.

Tex: (to the men) Take me back to the Director.

The black suited men escort Tex out of the training arena as Carolina continues to watch.

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There is a bright, white light and then a loud bang, which both fade as the Blues stand around blind.

Epsilon: (panicked) Aaahhh! What the hell was that?! I can't see anything! Tucker, where are you? Caboose, are you dead? I hope so!

Tucker: Aaah! What was that?!

Epsilon: I think it was a flashbang. I can't see!

Caboose: (yelling) WHAT?!

Tucker: (yelling) Well it's a good name because it definitely went flash and bang!

Caboose: (yelling) WHAT?!

Epsilon: Oh my God, are we under attack?! Is it the Reds?

Tucker: (yelling) I don't know, I can't see anything either! My mother always said I would go blind, but for a totally different reason!

Caboose: (yelling) WHAAT?!?!

Epsilon: Caboose, stop saying "What". You can't hear.

Caboose: (yelling) Can of beer?! But this is not the time!

Epsilon: You're deaf.

Caboose: (yelling) Oh no! I had so much to live for!

Tucker: (yelling) No you didn't!

Tucker, unbeknowest to himself, bumps into Epsilon.

Tucker: (yelling) What was that?! Something just hit me!

Epsilon: Something just hit me too!

Tucker: (yelling) Is it another grenade?!

Epsilon: (panicked) We're under attack! Open fire!

The Blues randomly begin firing in the air.

Tucker: (yelling) AAAHH! Get some! Take that fuckers!

From a few yards away, Tex was watching the Blues make fools of themselves.

Tex: What a bunch of idiots.

???: Not all of them.

Tex turns and sees Rho next to her.

Tex: Oh, hey, Rho.

Rho: Yo.

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At Red Base, Grif and Lopez are standing in front of the Warthog as another earthquake happens.

Lopez: [You people should let me investigate this seismic phenomenon.]

Grif: Yeah, okay buddy, whatever you say. Hey, you missed a spot.

Lopez: [At least we'll all die with a clean vehicle.]

Sarge walks towards the two.

Grif: Heh, heh, you said it. Now come on, chop, chop. Back to work buddy. Lets hear less talk I don't understand and see more work I don't want to do.

Sarge: How's it going out here?

Grif: Great! The jeep has never been so clean.

Sarge: That's because you're not the one cleaning it.

Grif: Good point. You know Sarge, all this time the laziness in me, its been really under utilized. I never reached my full potential. I just realized, I should be in management!

Sarge: You do seem like a natural.

Grif: It's the best job ever. You just tell people what to do, and they do it. And if you don't have anything for them to do, you just tell them to do something they did before, but do it better this time. I've got it all figured out.

Sarge: How about you get busy helping with that jeep then?

Grif: I'm sorry, what? I'm on break.

Slade: (appears on top of the base) YOU'VE BEEN ON BREAK FOR THE LAST FIVE FUCKING HOURS, FAT-ARSE!

Simmons is at the entrance of a cave.

Simmons: (over radio) Come in, Lopez. Lopez, come in. This is a secure channel.

Lopez: [I read you.]

Simmons: (over radio) This is "Flying Eagle". I have a secret mission for you.

Lopez: [Flying Eagle?]

Simmons: (over radio) Actually it's Simmons. Were using codenames on this mission Lopez. Because its "Top Secret".

Lopez: [Why don't I get a codename then?]

Simmons: (over radio) I need you to come to the cave and investigate something. It's "Top Secret". Don't tell Sarge, or Grif, or Donut, or Slade, or anyone else I didn't mention.

Lopez: [You could have just said "don't tell anyone", that would've been much faster.]

Simmons: (over radio) Okay. See you in the cave. Come alone and unarmed. You could also come in with your eyes closed if you want...for secrets.

Lopez: [This seems suspcious. Also my eyes don't close. They turn off.]

Simmons: (over radio) Yes, it is an honor to be selected. You are right. "Flying Eagle" out.

Simmons walks into the cave as another earthquake happens.

Lopez: [Why was I shipped to this unit?]

Lopez heads towards the cave and walks inside.

Lopez: [Flying Eagle? Are you in here?]

Simmons: Down here, Lopez!

Lopez heads toward him. Simmons is standing next to a large puddle of water with a "Puma Battery" trailing into the water.

Simmons: This is the perfect plan. Lopez will walk through the water, which I have electrified using, A. This battery, and B. My incredible knowledge of how batteries work. The resulting shock will short him out and all the guys will see that I'm the funny, smart one who's good at math and not having emotions. They'll see!

Lopez arrives at the puddle, across from Simmons.

Lopez: [Hello.]

Simmons: Oooh, hi Lopez. I was just down here investigating our mission. Hey...why don't you come over here...through that big puddle?

Lopez: [No. I heard you say that you electrified it. I have no idea why humans need to speak outloud when they think.]

Simmons: (persuasively) Come on, over here.

Lopez: [No. You are trying to damage me.]

Simmons: Seriously, this way. Just walk into that puddle. I mean the regular puddle...the one that's not, you know...(sighs) you know what, forget I mentioned the puddle. No puddle there, that's dry. Optical illusion.

Lopez: [You are very bad at this.]

Simmons: (pleading) Please! Come on!

Lopez: [I will just go around. I see another way in.]

Simmons: What?! NOOO! Wait!

Simmons runs into the large puddle and gets electrocuted.

Lopez: [Oh lord. Give me a break.]

Simmons jitters as he is being electrocuted.